• Summary: Whenever Obi-Wan walked into the club, the first thing he always noted was the scent. Alcohol, deathstick smoke, and sex. Dim lighting barely allowed him to make out anyone's faces and the smoke further obscured his vision. The only things that could be made out clearly were the dancers, standing in tables or on poles, spotlights shining down on them. They were all beautiful things, dressed in scraps of lace and smiling seductively at those who watched.
Obi-Wan forced his head away from the sight. Men, women, and all others and in between were forced to entertain by their masters for the pleasure of those that would forget about them within a day.
He hoped Anakin's cover was anything other than what he knew it would be.
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Whenever Obi-Wan walked into the club, the first thing he always noted was the scent. Alcohol, deathstick smoke, and sex. Dim lighting barely allowed him to make out anyone's faces and the smoke further obscured his vision. The only things that could be made out clearly were the dancers, standing in tables or on poles, spotlights shining down on them. They were all beautiful things, dressed in scraps of lace and smiling seductively at those who watched.
Obi-Wan was disgusted. As he watched one of the patrons reached with their grubby hands to pet the stockings of an orange twi'lek. Her smile tightened imperceptibly as it wandered higher up her thigh to the strings that held her bottom together. He could feel her quiet acceptance and despair in the Force as the patron teased her, forcing her to keep dancing and unravel the bottom with her own movements. It must have been the third time that week.
Obi-Wan forced his head away from the despicable sight. Unfortunately it wasn't better anywhere else he looked. Similar situations played out everywhere in the area, men, women, and all others and in between were forced to entertain by their masters for the pleasure of those that would forget about them within a day.
He hoped Anakin's cover was anything other than what he knew it would be.
Anakin had been sent to the lower levels to find a particular arms dealer who was particularly worrying. Not much was known about him other than his name, Kiel Vromal, his predilection for this particular club, and the entire reason why Anakin was sent instead of a more suitable undercover agent.
With the Jedi's prominence in the war, the sexual interest in the Jedi also grew. Whether they loved the Jedi or hated them, the public wanted them in their beds. And as the face of the war, 'Anakin Skywalker' and 'Obi-Wan Kenobi' doubles were highly sought after. Kiel in particular seemed to enjoy the process of finding an Anakin look a like and breaking them, fucking them into submission and discarding them to repeat the cycle anew. The hope was that Anakin himself, though Kiel would not know that his new plaything was the real deal, would be able to find some sort of lead on the man and pass it off to Obi-Wan.
Anakin hadn't been quite as angry as Obi-Wan had expected when the Council had asked if he'd accept the mission. He wasn't required to go on this one, they would find a way around it if Anakin refused. Obi-Wan expected him to, the entire Council had.
But he'd accepted. It seemed like he'd been annoyed more than angry and even more excited than that, even giving Obi-Wan a slight smirk when exchanging their goodbyes two weeks ago.
Obi-Wan hadn't caught a glimpse of him sinse. Anakin had been sent undercover to learn the ropes before they were expecting Kiel to visit again while Obi-Wan established himself as a regular at the bar. They hadn't planned to send Anakin in with backup so close originally, but Obi-Wan had surprised even himself by arguing with the Council and insisting that he needed to be there. The Council had conceded, but their own conditions were that Obi-wan stayed in different areas of the club with Anakin deeper in. On top of that, Anakin wasn't to come back to the Temple in case any club members accidentally saw him going up the higher levels of Coruscant.
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