To Dromund Kaas

You had thought long and hard over this decision over the past couple weeks. Reviving the Ancient Sith Empire commanded by Vitiate could end up to be more trouble than what they were worth, so you had ultimately decided against the idea but Asajj was a woman of the Dark Side. Naturally, you concluded that bringing her to one of the few places in the Galaxy where the Dark Side was strongest would sway her voluntarily to your side. After all, power was the easiest way into her heart.

Unprepared for such a jarring move, Ventress collapses to her knees in shock, looking around frantically at her surroundings.

"What is this place? Where have you taken me?" she demands.

"Welcome my darling to Dromund Kaas."

It was a far-cry from the once magnificent spires and skyscrapers at the height of the Sith Empire. The savage jungles had reclaimed Kaas City in the millennia following Vitiate's **** and the collapse of his dynasty. Numerous buildings had collapsed under the aggression of the native flora; you were greatly surprised that the landing pad at the foot of Vitiate's Palace was still intact. It was here that the pair of you stood underneath what remained of the Seat of Sith Power, here beneath the sweeping rains of endless storms swirling above. A long and powerful tendril of lightning spider webs across the sky, illuminating your masked visage to the now thoroughly disturbed Ventress.

"This... this is impossible," she breaths.

"Nothing is impossible through the ****," you correct her.

"Then why have you brought me here? Are you Sith?"

"We have come here because I wanted to show what the Sith were once capable of and that even they had lost everything," you explain. "Can you not feel it? How strongly the Dark Side resonates with this place?"

Asajj closed her eyes and reached out with her senses. Indeed the Dark Side was truly strong here, as wild and unforgiving as the vast jungles surrounding the city. She caught herself flinching as a biting sensation pricked at her mind, a feeling she almost couldn't describe with words. It's as if she wanted to give herself fully to this power but her body and soul instinctively rejected it out of self-preservation. As she was, this power could outright kill her. It both enticed and frustrated her to no end.

"As for whether I am Sith, no I am not," you state candidly. "I'm not bound by the laws of the Sith or Jedi for that matter. They are both flawed Orders who only see the side of the **** that they desire most."

"And what do you desire?" she asks curiously.

"My ambitions are indeed vast, but ultimately I am but a man of simple pleasures," you answer with a charming smile as you remove your mask and lower your hood.

Surprise crosses her features; no doubt she didn't expect how young you were considering how you spoke. Judging by the slight coloring of her cheeks, it was clear she found you attractive as well. Perhaps your shows of power helped that along. Her lips then upturn ever so slightly into a smirk.

"You expect to bed me then?" she says coyly. "What exactly do I receive in return?"

"Power," you reply readily. "Power far beyond anything a mere Jedi or Sith can achieve."

Such thoughts are truly tempting to the Sith aspirant as she struts sensually towards you. You meet her halfway as you focus the **** on her growing arousal, stoking the flames of desires to overtake her. The effects are immediate as a raspy purr works its way out of her throat, a pale hand rising to gently stroke your cheek. She looks up into your eyes, desire burning fiercely in her icy orbs.

"What must I do to please you... my Master?" she asked in that smoky tone that sends fire through your veins.