Yes, it makes the young Padawan more suggestible

Ahsoka's senses grew hazy as the food took effect, her thoughts slowing and her body feeling heavier. The slaver's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her consume the tainted meal. He leaned against the bars of the cell, his arms folded over his chest.

He ask mockingly. "How do you like your first meal?"

Ahsoka glared at him through the fog of the additive's influence, managing to croak out, "It's... sufficient."

The slaver's grin grew wider, revealing his crooked teeth. "Good. You'll need your strength for tomorrow. You've got quite the audience waiting to see what a Jedi can do." He tapped the collar around her neck, and she felt a slight zap of energy. It was a warning, a promise of pain if she stepped out of line.

Ahsoka throw a bitter glance at the slaver, her resolve weakening with every bite. She knew she had to find a way out, to warn the Republic and save the colonists. As the room spun, she took slow, deep breaths, focusing on the **** within her. It was a struggle to maintain control, but she had to fight the ****'s influence.

The slaver ask. "Why don't you strip for me? I want to see what I'm working with." His leer was palpable in the stale air.

Ahsoka felt the ****'s seductive pull, whispering in the back of her mind to obey, but she gritted her teeth and held onto her dignity. She can't obey his words even though they sounded like sweet nothings to her ears. With a fierce look in her eyes, she stood up, her legs wobbly from the food's aftermath. "I am a Jedi, not your plaything."

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