Author's Note: The following contains prostitution and lemons. Enjoy Paz, my treat.

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Din and Paz followed Vissna into a very uncomfortable lift ride to the upper levels of the Glavis Space Station. The lift just barely fit the three inside. "This is cozy!" Vissna smiled, further irking Din. She lifted her hood up over her face out of habit. She had to admire his restraint. Vissna was certain she would have full-on wilted by now.

"Where's your ship," Din grumbled.

"Eager to see her? Me too. All in good time," Vissna said in a relaxed tone, "There's something I have to do first."

"No," Din said sharply.

"Mmm I didn't know you had a say," Vissna reminded him, "how's Grogu?"

"No," Din said again with more fury.

"I like your kid Mando, we had a great talk," she smirked. Din's blaster was at the back of her head in a second and the next second Paz had Din's arm wrapped uncomfortably behind his head. Din elbowed Paz in the side just as the lift doors opened and Vissna walked out. "Come along boys," she called to them like they were her pets.

The lift opened into a luxurious and modern hotel. Vissna walked in and lowered her hood. She was instantly fussed upon by the staff, which she pretended to hate. Her visible disgust only caused further devotion from the workers.

"I trust my room is ready to my exact specifications," Vissna tilted her chin up in a snobbish manner at the hotel manager.

"Of course, exactly as requested and nothing less," she practically stuttered at her. But Vissna wasn't listening, she was already walking away.

"That was for you Din," Vissna grunted, "I originally staffed droid greeters, because at least I can program their speech capabilities. But I thought you'd prefer something with a soul in it." Din hated her thoughtfulness. Hated that she probably read his mind to know of his distrust in droids. When they came to her room, she stepped aside and gestured to her companions. "Go on."

Always anticipating a trap, Din took his blaster in his hand. But it was Paz who put himself in front of Din and entered first, asserting his place over Din. Vissna smirked at the small display of male dominance.

"The room is clear," Paz told Vissna.

"Great!" Vissna exclaimed and she entered, pushing two red buttons at the door. Din had his blaster on her again. And Paz, becoming irritated with Din, stepped between Din and Vissna again. "I'm calling for service Din, I'm not detonating a bomb. That's really not necessary," she said, gesturing to him. A minute later, a knock came at the door. "Paz, will you let our guests in for me?"

Paz obeyed, giving Din a quick look over his shoulder before he stood in front of Vissna protectively at the door. A line of beautiful women, no, Twi'leks… filed in carrying exuberant amounts of food and drinks.

"Din has a thing for Twi'leks," Vissna 'whispered' loudly to Paz so that Din could easily overhear. She was sure Din was glaring at her under his helmet. "Enjoy!" Vissna smiled, "Oh, have the Twi'leks try the food and drink before you take a plate to your rooms to eat. I'd rather they die of poisoning than either of you."

"Where are you going?" Din asked as Vissna slipped out of the room.

"I have a meeting to procure our transportation," Vissna yelled back at him from inside her room.

"We don't even have a ship?" Din called back.

Vissna came back out quickly, more quickly then she should have considering all she'd managed to accomplish in the minute she'd spent in her room. She had on a backless floor length evening gown that defied gravity, seemingly held up by a wish and a prayer. Her makeup was neat and fresh and her boots were replaced with incredibly high heels, she might have actually come up to Paz's chest now. Blood red jewels dropped from her ears and neck, partially covered her exposed cleavage.

"Din," Vissna sighed, "you have such little faith in me." She reached her hands out to him but he swatted them away. "Okay. I'll be back. Eat. Sleep. Fuck. Just don't destroy my hotel." Then she turned to Paz, "make sure he eats. I'll be landing outside there with our ship." She pointed to the large docking port that expanded past the room's veranda.

"Okay," Paz started, "what's your deal with her?"

Din shook his head, "you can't trust her Paz."

Paz shrugged, "fine, then don't. But we need her." He allowed a pair of Twi'lek females onto his lap as he took a seat on the couch.

"The Mandalorians don't need her," he argued, crossing his arms as a Twi'lek tried to hold it. She got the message and sat next to Paz on the couch.

"We use her. She has the power and talent to reconstruct and arm Mandalore. And wants to see the end of Bo Katan, I don't see what she's even gaining here." He said.

"Exactly, what is she gaining? She wants to rule Mandalore," he said with passion.

"She wanted The Armorer to rule Mandalore," Paz mused.

"Maybe, to be a face on the throne that Mandalorians can trust. I don't care what lies she's told you, she wants to rule," he said in disgust.

"When The Armorer declined, she mentioned someone else she had in mind. I think she meant you, Din," Paz said.

Din sighed, "Yeah? And when I can't give her what she wants she'll have me killed and make you sit on her throne."

"I'm fine with that," Paz chuckled. Din clenched his fists. "Now eat," Paz ordered.

Din took a plate of food into another room and locked himself in. He removed his helmet and sat it next to his plate on the table. He rubbed his eyes with his palms. He was exhausted. He sat on the bed and noticed a pile of Vissna's clothes on the floor. Shit, he thought. He had to have picked this room to hide away in.

He stripped out of his clothes and dumped them into the freshening hamper. He had to admit, it will be nice to wear clean clothes again. He looked back at the pile of clothes on the floor. He remembered washing Vissna's clothes before, especially the inside of her pants where her wetness had left a stain, the night she masturbated in front of him. He cussed at himself as he picked up her clothes and added them in with his to get cleaned. He still cared about her.

He walked into the adjoined bathroom, realizing why Vissna would claim this room as hers, the tub was huge. He looked at himself in the mirror, not seeing what Vissna could possibly want with him, not understanding why or how just watching and listening to him could make her wet and wanting for him. She'd never even seen his face, or most of his body. He blushed thinking of her mouth sliding across his length. And he instantly hardened at the prospect.

He walked over to the shower and turned in the water. He adjusted it until the pressure and heat burned his back. He turned towards the shower head and leaned his left forearm and head against the wall. The water pressure pounding down on his back in a painfully good way. He clenched his jaw and took himself into his right hand. He moved his hand slowly across his throbbing achy hard-on. He finally released a breath he was holding onto and filled his lungs with thick steamy air.

He turned around, pressing his red, raw back against the cold tile shower wall and he moaned. The water was no longer directly on him, but it kept making huge clouds of steam, thickening the air, making it harder to breath. He started to feel lightheaded as he moved his hand across himself more quickly. The steam started to make shapes in the air. It almost looked like Vissna's naked body dancing before him across the shower floor. Just as he felt himself losing his grip on reality, he pulsed and spilled his load onto the shower floor with a grunt.

He turned down the water temperature and pressure. Vissna's seductive silhouette disappeared. Din took a handful of soap into his hand and washed his body off like he was cleaning himself of his sin. Then he turned off the water and toweled off. The mirror was clouded from the steam, he couldn't even see himself anymore. Then he sat down at the plate of food, considering what Vissna had said about poison. He threw on his helmet and wrapped his towel tighter around his waist.

He walked out back to the common room. Paz was on the couch enjoying a blowjob while the other.. less occupied.. girls ate the food. "Din," Paz looked Din up and down, "come to join? You can come in from behind." Paz chuckled jokingly, but the Twi'lek presented her bare ass to him, just in case. Din shook his head and left the room, satisfied that the food wasn't poisonous.

Just as Din sat down to eat, he heard some ruckus coming from the other room. He sighed and put his fork back down. As he got up, there was a loud banging at his door. It was Paz, "Din, we have a problem, I hope you're not eating right now." Din put his helmet back on.

He rushed back out of the room, still in his towel. He was happy to see Paz's cock was back in his pants, however, there was something far worse on display. There, on the floor, lay four dead bodies. The only remaining Twi'lek girl was crying and trembling on the couch over her dead friends. Luckily, the only thing she had in her mouth was Paz's cock, which saved her life. "Poison," Din sighed.

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