She gets punished

"Stand up, ****."

Xaej said, holding a whip in her hand. Ahsoka stood up, as instructed, and she braced herself to the blows.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

And of course the blows of course came, one after the other. Ahsoka had the ****, this way it wasn't that bad. Sometimes in fact she wished that she wouldn't have the **** so she could completely surrender herself to joy of being an object. But a Grey Jedi she had duties. This way she couldn't.

Even Xaej she had to kill at one point. She was thankful for the memories he brought her. But he was one of those men the galaxy was better off without.

"Alright, you had your hits. But we are not done yet," the mandalorian said. And Ahsoka heard his belt being unlocked.

But luckily the hunt for the artefact was taking long. Meaning that until then there was plenty to enjoy!