Chapter 12

It’s Enthea’s first time visiting Dantooine. The shuttle touches down on a pad in forested hills. The trees are all tall and pointy, full of green. The air is crisp and surprisingly cool as she follows Obi-Wan down the ramp.

It’s incredibly quiet, even though they have landed at a popular resort. It’s a sort of spa. The Council believes that Master Laki is here. This place is small and remote compared to a place like Coruscant, but it’s popular.

Yet it’s very quiet. Maybe that’s the idea. This is a place where people come to get away from things.

Enthea closes her eyes to use her senses. The **** is strong here.

When she opens her eyes, she sees Obi-Wan watching her.

“What do you feel?” he asks.

“There is a presence here.”

He nods. “She’s hiding, but she is here. Perhaps you feel her more strongly than I do.” He takes his hands out of the sleeves of his robes and points at the elegant wooden walkways that wind through the trees. “You go that way. She’s too proud to run. We will find her.”

“Yes, Master. How? There are hundreds of guests.”

“Trust your feelings, Enthea. You and Master Laki have much in common.”

“But Master, you always tell me to conquer my feelings.”

Obi-Wan hesitates, then sighs. “Enthea, we can trust our feelings without entirely giving over control to them.”

“Yes, Master.”

He hurries off, and Enthea does the same.

The forest is beautiful, and so is the resort. The buildings are elegant and made up mostly of windows to let in the natural light. This is where the Jedi Council should have its headquarters, not on Coruscant, where there is no escape from the noise of the biggest city in the galaxy. Enthea wonders if maybe even she could find some peace in a place like this.

Or perhaps not. Enthea has barely gotten moving, but she already sees some of the visitors to this place: they are of all species, but nearly all are humanoid. They all wear these sheer, filmy robes that hide nothing at all. They might as well be nude, but they walk around without a care.

It’s difficult not to be distracted.

Enthea doesn’t let herself be seen. There’s no need for these guests to know that Jedi are here. She reaches out with the **** and follows what she feels, hopping off a walkway to make her way up the forested hill to one of the many buildings. There, she moves inside without a sound.

In one room, nude males soak in a pool, listening to soothing music.

In another, a female Rhodian leads a class through graceful, relaxing poses.

Enthea flits past them and carries on to a more private hut, higher on the hill. Here, she finds two human women in a private massage room.

The guest is a distractingly curvaceous blonde, lying face down on a padded table. Her perfect body gleams with oil, and her skin ripples as the masseuse rubs her down. It’s interesting to Enthea that the masseuse is naked, the same as the guest, and she’s… well endowed between her legs, but her cock is soft. Enthea is able to maintain her focus as an observer… mostly. But if she were the one with her hands on that soft, oily flesh, she would not be able to stay so relaxed.

This masseuse probably does this all the time, though. Or maybe she’s only attracted to males of her species.

It doesn’t matter. Enthea is about to move on, but she sees the masseuse drag her fingernails over the guest’s skin. The guest hisses in pleasure and moves her hips in an undeniably eager, lusty way.

Enthea senses powerful lust here, and it’s not coming from her. The masseuse continues her massage, but it’s becoming increasingly intimate. Enthea’s focus fails her as it goes on, and she watches until the masseuse has the guest’s hair in one hand, and the other between her oiled buttocks. Her middle finger is buried in the guests’ anus, and Enthea can’t see clearly what’s being done, but the guest loves it.

She watches in shock as the guest cums quietly, but profoundly.

The masseuse cleans the guest up, lets her recover, then helps her into her robe and shows her out. Enthea looks on as the masseuse takes a towel and kneels, wiping up the semen from the floor. The massage table has a hole in it for a penis, and the guest unleashed a… generous amount while she was enjoying that anal massage.

“Do you have an appointment?” the masseuse asks.

Enthea jumps, startled. She was seen!

“Yes,” she lies without thinking. Lying is not good practice, but she’s panicking.

“Oh,” the masseuse says. “Well, you can’t come in like that.”

“I’m sorry?” Enthea says, glad that most humans don’t know the signs to look for of a Dathomirian blushing.

“Your clothes,” the masseuse says with a patient smile.

“Oh.” Enthea hesitates. “Do you see many of the guests here?”

“I do,” the masseuse replies.

Enthea looks over her shoulder at the pathway, which is visible from the window. That blonde is sauntering away, hips swaying. She is enchanting. This is where Enthea’s feelings brought her. It’s likely that Master Laki just walked out of this room. She just needs to confirm it.

“All right,” she says nervously, shedding her robes, one layer at a time. The masseuse wipes down the table, then gestures graciously.

Enthea’s anxiety rises. She hasn’t paid any money, she is not a guest, and most importantly, she hasn’t made an appointment here. She must be taking the place of the person who is meant to be this masseuse’s next client.

However, Obi-Wan has made it clear to her time and time again that when it comes to matters of investigation and detection, the Jedi must be practical in their approach. Enthea senses that this masseuse has answers to her questions, and she was told to follow her feelings.

She’s also noticed that this woman, a slim, pale, human brunette, has delicate, perfect fingers. No one has ever touched Enthea the way that she just saw.

Controlling her feelings, Enthea removes her underwear and climbs onto the table.

“I see so few Dathomirians,” the masseuse says, approaching the table. “Your skin is so rough, but so soft at the same time. And so beautiful.”

Enthea shivers as she feels warm hands touch her. She can’t help it. No amount of focus can prevent her from getting hard and moist under such expert touch. She does her best to stay true to the Jedi way. Aroused or not, she must prioritize her mission.

The masseuse’s hands slide down to her rear end, and her breath catches.

“Do you,” she says breathlessly, “…do you know of a guest called Laki?”

“Laki?” the masseuse replies, stroking Enthea’s skin. She’s on her legs now, kneading her thighs, her thumbs straying toward some intimate places, but not quite going there. Enthea suppresses a whimper of neediness. It feels so good. “Yes,” the masseuse says. “There’s a guest here by that name.”

Enthea feels a flash of triumph. She is right!

She starts to ask her next question, but the masseuse presses a knuckle into her lower back.

“Ah!” Enthea moans. She gasps, and her cock twitches and gets even harder.

“Where is your tension?” the masseuse asks.

“What?” Enthea asks.

“Where is your tension?”

Enthea flinches as she feels oil being drizzled down her back.

Right… she’s pretending to be a guest. She has to answer the question.