Author's Note: Thank you for reading, the following contains prostitution and graphic violence.

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Din dropped Grogu into his brown side bag. "You have to stay in there," he told Grogu as they stood outside The Outlander Club on Coruscant. Grogu made a noise at him. "Please? Just for a little bit, There's someone I have to go.. talk to."

Din walked into The infamous Outlander Club. He walked across the main floor. It was a huge multi-level club with gambling, girls dancing, drinks, a fighting den and who knows what else. It certainly wasn't a place for a kid. But we're he went, Grogu went. For the being middle of the day, the Club had a lot of activity going on. Someone could easily disguise themselves and fade into the crowd. But he didn't need to look for Vissna. She would come to him. He was sure of it. He slid into an unoccupied half circle booth with red velvet cushions that faced the dance floor.

Sure enough he was quickly met by the most intriguing woman he'd ever come across. And in his line of work, he'd met a lot of…interesting… women. Vissna took a seat in a booth next to his. Her back against his. She didn't even glance at him.

"I felt your presence here," Vissna spoke, knowing over the sound of the music, no one would hear their conversation. Din could pick up a mild irritation in her tone.

"I want to talk," he said.

"I don't want you here," Vissna replied.

"You don't get to choose where I go," Din reminded her.

"Mmm, Maybe not," she said as a beautiful waitress wearing not very much came by and placed a drink into her hands. Vissna took a sip. "I can make you leave," she argued.

Din chuckled. "You don't have the strength to take me out. You have to wait until I've exhausted myself and start making mistakes. Then you'll take advantage of my mistakes," Din said plainly.

Vissna nearly chocked on her drink, "Wow, someone's been paying attention."

"So what are you doing back here," Din asked, "looking for another Fennec?"

She smiled at the thought, "Would it please you if I said no?" She asked with a smile. Din smiled too at the playful tone of her voice. "I own a portion of The Outlander Club," Vissna sighed, "I own the fighting and "companionship" parts. I'm currently working. And I don't want you or your baby anywhere near my work."

It didn't go unnoticed by him that despite the fact that Grogu was hidden, she still knew he was here. "Is this you caring about us again? Like how you brutally mutilated the Pykes and left? I had to see it with my own eyes. I didn't believe it when Boba told me you'd helped us."

"This is me keeping my secrets, I don't care about you. I act when it suits me," she swiftly polished off her drink, feeling the need to down another but not wanting to call more attention to them.

"Yeah, sure," Din mused. "For someone who doesn't care about us, you sure try hard to keep us alive."

"Not here," she hissed, then she stood up and began walking away, "Goodbye, Din."

His heart ached at the subtle use of his real name on her lips. The way she had turned her head ever so slightly so he could see her saying it, how she smiled coyly after, like she knew what she did to him, how she affected him. That was the first time she'd called him by his real name. Din had started to stand and follow her when a female Twi'lek ran up to him.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized, "I was told you needed me here," she said cutely.

She was gorgeous, with the smallest waist, accentuated by a corset. Her plump breasts pillowed over her corset. She put her blue hand on his shoulder and nudged him back down into the booth. Her long skinny fingers traced circles around his chest plate as she bit her bottom lip seductively. She sat herself onto his lap facing him, straddling him.

"I was told you only like Twi'leks, and I have to say, I'm very flattered. I'll take good care of you." She batted her lashes at him.

"Who told you that?" He asked her.

"Oh, no, it's just a rumor," she said, playing with one of her tails, realizing her misstep.

"Was it Vissna?" He asked.

"What does it matter?" She said changing the subject, "I'm here now." She smiled and grabbed his hands, placing them firmly onto her bare ass. Her cheeks poked through the skimpy short piece of cloth that could laughably be called a skirt.

Just then, Din heard an unmistakable sound, a distinct and incessant beeping that could only mean one thing. A bomb. "Get down!" He ordered the girl and he shoved her under the table just as the bomb exploded. The explosion was small but it was focused on the booth next to his, where Vissna had just occupied. This wasn't a professional at work. It was a hired amateur. Luckily for the Twi'lek, Grogu and himself, he was covered in Beskar which probably had saved them all. "You alright kid?" He asked as he opened his bag, Grogu looked fine. The girl had a large gash on her leg and several cuts all over, but she would be okay.

He left her and examined the wreckage. Only their two booths had been affected. He needed to go find Vissna, she wasn't safe here. She had said she owned this level and the fighting den. If she wasn't here, he could guess where she was now.

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Vissna had made the mistake of staying in Tatooine for too long. The Outlander Club had turned against her. They were in her Master's pocket now. She has very few informants left here. This was a very bad time for Din to decide to visit. However, she was glad he was here. It meant her plan worked. He had to go out and find her and anticipated her being here. She bet this was the first place he looked for her.

Vissna spat blood on the floor. Her blood, sadly. She clutched her sore stomach. She should have stayed away. After the droids on Tatooine, she should have foreseen greater backlash from her Master. Vissna had to get the hell out of this place. But it was a maze of angry-and handsomely paid- scum. All with a large handful of credits in their near future in exchange for her head. She was surprised her Master himself wasn't here. She knew how he often took care of his own matters. Like her, he loved getting his own hands dirty.

This was ridiculous. She knew there was only one way out of this mess. She took her lightsaber and activated it on both sides, using it to shield herself from blaster fire as she ran further into the fighting den, towards the main stage. She leapt into the ring, where she quickly "ended" the fight that was currently ensuing. She stood on top of the small pile of fresh bodies. The room went quiet for a moment. She locked eyes with Din, who had made his way into the crowd, following her.

"Go on then! Who thinks they can kill me!" She yelled. The crowd cheered and the fight for her life began. She waved her blade around and held her arms out, challenging any man who dared meet her.

Din's stomach was knotted. This was a horrible place for a kid. But then again, so was a droid battle. And he did have his Beskar armor on. He used his jet pack to propel himself onto center stage next to Vissna. "If you wanted help, there was another way to ask," he told her, his blaster in his hand.

"Maybe I didn't want your help, maybe I wanted you to wait in the Razor Crest for me." She told him condescendingly.

"I don't have a Razor Crest anymore," he mentioned.

"No, but I do," she smiled, knowing he'd be jealous.

"There's got to be a better way out of here. Make a distraction and a run for it," he told her.

Vissna smirked, "well, that doesn't sound like any fun at all." Din watched a dark fire that lit in her eyes.

"Okay," he said simply, "I'm with you."

"Don't start caring about me now," she teased, "And don't slow me down." It would be twice the work defending both herself and her prospective knight and apprentice.

She yelled again, "Come on now, fifty against two! Don't be shy!" She could tell Din was beyond frustrated with her methods.

The fight was on. Din shot at incoming fighters and Vissna kept fire off of them, deflecting blasts back to their owners. "I can't help but feel like you're holding back!" Din yelled to Vissna through the crowd.

"Your presence calls for a less intense method!" Vissna yelled back.

"Don't hold back on my account," Din said,

taunting.

"You'll regret saying that," Vissna sneered.

"Right now?" Din almost laughed, "I can't imagine I would."

"Shoot me in the leg." She demanded.

"What?!" Din exclaimed.

"The thigh, right here," she said pointing to the side of her leg. "No, wait, cut me. Cut me in the leg."

"No, I'm not doing that," Din said.

"Then we aren't winning this fight," she shrugged. "Do it!" She demanded.

Din sighed, he took out his vibroblade. Vissna backed into him, using her saber to protect his front. She rubbed herself against his crotch and moaned at the hard bulge that greeted her ass. Between her uncontrollable desire for him, and the cut he would give her, she'd have enough passion to unleash herself upon her victims.

Din grunted as Vissna rubbed herself against him. He grabbed her neck and whispered, "Ready?" She moaned louder, which Din supposed meant yes. In one clean swipe, he gasped the top of her thigh. With a regular blade, it wouldn't have cut this deep. The vibroblade was meant to hurt. Vissna let out a subsequent scream of passion.

"Remind me to make you do that to me more often," she teased and Din clenched his jaw. Cover fire!" She yelled as she left his body. She wasn't sure she'd need the cover fire, but she wanted him to feel as though he had a part in what was to come. That he'd asked for it, cut her for her, helped her in what was to come.

Vissna returned her saber to her belt and lifted her hands out to the crowd, creating an invisible shield from the blaster fire with the force. Suddenly the fire became less and less and was replaced by ear shattering screams. Din stopped firing to look up at Vissna, whose eyes became fixed and blood shot. Her face, neck and shoulders, covered with black spider web like veins, prominent through her pale skin. "Vissna," he called, but she didn't hear him. She was somewhere else, far away. Lost in her own powers. What had he done?

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