Poe, despite his initial panic at the situation he had literally been pushed into, calmed himself and thought rationally about the situation. Agents did this sort of thing all the time. And Poe needed to be useful. He looked at the ambassador. He definitely wasn't Poe's type. His moustache was wispy and thin, scraggily almost. He had a weasel-like face, with small watery blue eyes. Beady. He was a short enough man, thin, but with a bit of a belly on him. Poe didn't like the look of him, and if Dara said he was helping the First Order, then he definitely was a crappy, crappy person. Poe took a breath and plunged forward. He was very aware of just how much of his chest was showing from the few buttons that Dara had opened. The ambassador's eyes went straight that flesh on display.
"Awfully dull affair, don't you think?" Poe said to the man. The ambassador's tiny little eyes lit up when he realised Poe was speaking to him.
"I suppose it might be. A lot of dull creatures hanging about. But I haven't seen you before…" To imply that Poe wasn't a dull creature. He found it very difficult to fight the urge to roll his eyes. But fight he did. The man's voice was thin and high. He sounded like a nervous man. Poe was amazed he had a wife in the first place, let alone that anyone else would sleep with him
"I'm here with Princess Dara. She's rich. But she's not exactly my type. I prefer someone a bit more…. Masculine." Poe looked down into the ambassador's eyes, trying to get across every implication that he very sincerely didn't mean. The man was staring right back at him, enthralled.
"I saw you as soon as I came in here. I had to speak to you." Poe said. Very disgustingly, he could tell the ambassador of Bespin was aroused. Again, it took every ounce of strength in him not to retch. Poe leaned in a little bit closer.
"We should… find somewhere more private." The ambassador looked around nervously. He wasn't sure this was truly happening it seemed. But he also didn't want to draw attention to himself. "I can take you back to my place… And we could get to know each other a little." Poe muttered, in a guttural undertone. He was pulling all his best moves, and they were working far too well. The small man in the cream coloured suit with flyaway blonde hair nodded. His voice seemed to have failed him.
"Follow me." Poe muttered. Looking around, he locked eyes with Dara for but a second, but he caught an imperceptible nod from her. She was going to tail them. Poe would hopefully be spared of any unfortunate contact with this man.
Poe strode confidently from the gala ball, saying goodbye to a few people who had spoken to him earlier. The small man, who's name Poe had completely neglected to ask followed eagerly behind. The walk back to Dara's apartment was relatively short. They hardly said a word to each other, but Poe had to maintain the meaningful, lusty looks. It sickened him a little. Making himself do this. He felt so dishonest. He felt used. But the galaxy needed him to get this man back to Dara's apartment. Poe brought the man through the door and pulled him by the hand up the stairway to Dara's apartment. Dara had done the very same to him not so long ago. He felt a stab of guilt. Once they were in Dara's room the small seemingly reserved man pinned Poe to the door and started to pull open his shirt. He had to go along with it for now. Poe took fistfuls of the man's shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying off. It had been a while since he'd done that, he was glad he still could. The other man was undoing Poe's belt buckle and was making to get down on his knees. Poe had to think fast.
He growled, picked up the man, carried him through the lounge into the bedroom, and threw him onto the bed. The man kicked off his shoes and lay there looking like all of his Christmases had come early. Poe pulled the man's trousers off quickly. He was revolted. This was very wrong. Thankfully, he heard the door open, and a pair of heels clacking along the marble floor of their lounge. He turned. Dara stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame. She looked at Poe, his hair ruffled, his shirt mostly open, his trousers undone. Then she looked to the ambassador who lay on her bed shirt ripped open, pants off, with a raging erection.
"Well you certainly got far without me." Dara said, a smirk on her painted red lips. Poe thanked every star in the sky that she had gotten here at last.
"Hey... I'm not into that!" The ambassador spluttered, sitting up on his arms.
"It's a trap." Poe said, turning around to Dara. He didn't bother to do up his clothing again. The ambassador scrambled off the bed and tried to run. Dara put a hand on his head as he went by. The man fell to the floor. He tried to get up again, but Dara simply put a heeled foot on the man's chest and pushed him back onto the floor.
"You're trading with the First Order. I want to know why, and where you're sending the shipments." Dara said, looking at her nails.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" the ambassador said.
"Harzo… You will tell the truth."
"I will tell the truth." the man said. Poe picked him up under the arms and sat him up on the bed again. "A representative from the First Order came to Cloud City where I am Consul. The economy had been in a decline. They offered to buy raw materials mined from the planet at exceptional prices. It was an offer I couldn't refuse. The shipments are sent to Sullust. That's all I know I swear!" Poe glanced over at Dara. She nodded. Poe picked up the man's trousers and shoes under one arm, and grabbed Harzo by the arm and guided him towards the door.
"Sorry about that…" Poe said, as he pushed the man out the door and left him his shoes and trousers. Poe closed the door quickly and closed his eyes.
"You did very well, Poe. And I know it wasn't easy." He felt Dara's hand on his shoulder. "You're an excellent spy." He turned around and hugged her close to him.
"You were very beautiful tonight."