Dara and Poe drew a lot of stares at the very high and open function room they went to. Poe had never seen such wealth in design and in clothing and jewellery in his lifetime. He had thought the beautiful neckpiece that Dara was wearing had been bedazzling. But now that he was here, he could see she was being modest by comparison. Poe kept a straight face, but inside he was reeling. He had to keep a straight face to keep up appearances. Dara seemed to be very popular indeed. And she was holding her head high like a queen, and gliding along with Poe on her arm, with as much dignity as he could muster.

"Where are you supposed to be diplomating for again?" Poe whispered, with a wide dazzling smile on his face. He was supposed to be very charmed and very lucky to be on Dara's arm. In truth he was. But he needed to make sure everyone knew.

"The newly reformed Principality of Aldaraan. The stranded citizens reformed. I sort of… Am the diplomat for Alderaan. And I am its Princess. I dunno. It's complicated." she said in an undertone to him, maintaining her regal poise. Poe hadn't even realised how much power and position Dara had. How much wealth she had. He was on the arm of an actual princess who had feelings for him. Who had kissed him. He took a second to absorb that bit of information. What even was his life?

"So… Why are we here?"

"To keep up appearances. And spy. I'll do the spying. I just want you to watch my back, and make me look good." She gave him a beautiful smile, but there was that mischievous look in her eyes that he loved.

She closed her eyes for a second. Poe felt a little bit strange. Light headed and his conscious thought felt a level of strain. But the sensation passed very quickly.

"They certainly like you. You make me look more sympathetic. And they think you're handsome and likeable. They haven't even talked to you! Looks mean a lot, I guess."

"How do you even know that?"

"May the force be with me, yadda yadda." That scared Poe. Kylo Ren had bashed his way into Poe's mind, but Dara could just slip into everyone's minds without them really noticing. Nobody should have that much power. He could see a pair of strange looking creatures making their way over to them. He could tell they were from the Hutt of Tattooine. What were they doing here. They addressed Dara with an incline of the head in their strange language, which Dara replied to them in.

"They greet us, and ask who my lovely companion is." Dara said, with a smile.

"Who am I Dara?" Poe said with an equally polite smile as he inclined his head to the two representatives of the Hutt. Dara made a brief explanation to the two people about Poe in their language. They looked surprised, but falsely delighted. They took both of Poe's hands and shook them, before departing.

"They said they were delighted to meet the future Prince of Alderaan. I don't think they understood what I meant very well. And I don't think anybody thinks you're a pilot or not…. Uh…. Upper class. I may have dressed you too well."

"Did you say we were getting married?" Poe couldn't help the little laugh that escaped him. Dara looked a little flustered for all of a second.

"No. I absolutely did not." Poe took her arm again after giving her hand a light squeeze.

Over the next couple of hours or so many visiting dignitaries came to speak with Dara, and they made small talk with Poe. He had his ass grabbed more than a few times. He just knew these tight pants were asking for trouble. He had a feeling Dara had done it on purpose.

"You look very lovely." Dara said, when they had a second to themselves. "You're a very convincing trophy wife." Poe took a pointed second to look at Dara's behind.

"You're not looking so bad yourself. You knew. You knew all these people were ass people." Dara shrugged.

"If you've got it flaunt it." Poe was preparing a witty comeback, when he saw Dara straighten her back. Her beautiful eyes were sharp on someone in the far distance. Poe knew things were serious. She grabbed his arm and pulled him around. She looked down into his eyes, and there was triumph there. "Bespin." That only served to make Poe confused. It must have been obvious on his face, because Dara rolled her eyes. "The first order are getting supplies from Bespin. The representative is over there, and he's a nervous guy. Cheatd on his wife, killed his daughter's pet cause it was annoying him, committed high treason and is supplying the First Order with illegal raw materials. And he's gay." Poe was definitely spooked that she knew that much.

"What do we do? Do we go to Bespin?" She took his arm and started walking.

"Of course not. That would be silly. No. You're going to seduce him, get him back to my apartment, and we'll interrogate him. He has to be sending the stuff somewhere." Poe stopped and dug his heels into the highly polished marble floor.

"No. You're shitting me. I'm not gonna. I don't even know… Can't I just be loyal to you in our lie?"

"Poe… As sweet as that is, we need to get the information out of him." Poe was despairing. He knew he had a job and all, but he wasn't a whore.

"I don't even know what he looks like."

"The blonde with the moustache. He certainly knows what you look like." Dara reached over and quickly undid the topmost buttons of his shirt.

"Dara no…"

"Dara yes, now go get him Tiger." She gave him a little push in the direction of the ambassador from Bespin and glided off to talk to a Gungan from the Naboo. The charming, evil, woman. Poe had no idea how he was going to do this, but he was going to have to flirt this guy's pants off. He shuddered.