Entertaining the count

With your saber still halfway inside you, you slowly walk to him. The closer you get to your target, the more nervous you become. What if he senses your plot, you wonder. When you are next to him, you don't even know hoe to address him... All you can think about is him, somehow discovering what you are truly after... He looks at your eyes and finally you break the silence.

Lana: What is your bidding, my lord?

Dooku: Finally we meet. The other Separatist leaders were quite looking forward to meet you for some reason. I believe it wasn't for any other reasons, but for the flesh of your body.

Lana (reaching to unbutton her bra): Are you after the same? Should I...?

Dooku (lifting his hand to make a dismissal gesture): No, you don't have to do anything. I sought you out for a different reason.

Lana (thinking): Blast, has he discovered us already?! Should I strike now, while I have the chance...?! Drek isn't here to use the gas, so I better buy some time...

Lana: What things could a high ranking nobleman like yourself, possibly want from a worthless **** girl as I am?

Dooku (looking in your eyes): Worthless? I would argue that. When you were passing the time earlier with {if Wat = true}Wat Tambor{endif}{if Gunray = true}Gunray{endif}{if Poggle = true}Poggle{endif}, or when you entered the room, I could saw something in your eyes... Something different, than in the eyes of the other slaves...

Lana: And that would be...?

Dooku: You didn't have any fear in them when talking to your master. A rare feat indeed. Most slaves tremble when they look at their master.

Lana: Oh that...? The long years of training and...

Dooku: No **** training could achieve a state of serenity in one's mind when talking to their owners. You are different somehow... I can sense it...

Lana: I wouldn't say that, I was just...

Dooku: There is no need to deny it child. The **** flows differently around you. As if it was constantly trying to evade you... This is something I have never experienced before.

Lana (thinking and nervously looking for Drek): Oh no, this is going to get out of hand soon enough, where the hell is Drek to help me attacking him?!

Dooku (grabbing your hand): Your body is shaking.

Lana (nervously): Oh, that's only because...

Dooku: No need to explain yourself, that thing stuffed inside you must be having that effect on you.

Lana: Ehm, yes, excuse me for the effect, my lord...

Dooku: I grant you permission to remove it if it bothers you.

Lana (thinking): Oh, I better not just reveal my lightsaber to you, thanks!

Lana: Nooo, it could stay there, it was put there by my master and I may not defy his orders...!

Dooku: As you wish. About that topic from earlier... The **** seems to evade you, concealing your presence... You are special somehow...

Lana (thinking): Yes, but please don't say I am a Jedi... please don't say I am a Jedi...! I wouldn't have enough time to get my saber if he decided to stab me!

Dooku: You must be **** sensitive... Though you might have absolutely no idea what it truly means...!

You spot Drek closing in behind the count 's back. It might take him a minute to get right behind him without any suspicious sudden move. You have to buy him some time, the count has been turning towards you this whole time, not even taking a glimpse to the other way, Drek might just make it.

Lana: Noo... I do not... Is that something bad...?

Dooku: Quite the opposite child... You seem to have been destined for greatness...!

Lana (trying to buy some time): Really...?

Dooku: I could free you you know... Train you... You might become a great **** user one day. You could leave your **** past behind and embrace a new life, one of purpose, greatness, directions. Your emotions seem to be controlled very well, if we could unleash them, with the proper training, you might be unstoppable!

Lana (reaching down for your lightsaber's hilt and start slowly pulling it out): Wow, I... I don't really know what to say... I better pull this out to be able to clearly think this through...

Dooku: It is your destiny, the **** has brought you here, to meet me today! Join me and you will have all the riches and luxuries the galaxy could possibly offer! What do you say?

Lana (seeing Drek only a few steps away from Dooku): My master surely wouldn't allow me to leave and...

Dooku: I'll handle your master, pay him a price he couldn't even dream of! Are you accepting my offer?

Drek arrives to his post, holding the Tibanna gas ampulla in his hand and his lightsaber in the other. He looks at you, and nods. As he is too concealed, Dooku doesn't sense his presence behind him. You look at him, than Dooku.

Lana (totally pulling the sabre out of your pussy): I might just choose to stay with my master after all...!

Dooku (shockingly noticing your saber, as it exits your pussy): Jedi!