Interrogating Hux , General Hux x Reader

Part 8 the party

The morning rise of the twin suns of Arkansis was spectacular, bathing the capital city and Hux's property' in golden light softening the hard lines of both. Standing on the balcony of my room and staring back at the house I realised that Hux had a definite talent for understatement. Where I was from a property was a two room shack on a patch of scrub land. This was a mansion; room after room of Imperial marble and statues. The result was grandeur without warmth, much like the people who had greeted us when we had arrived off the shuttles from the Finalizer, in dock two planets away.

Hux had already left for early morning meetings to consolidate his standing within the First Order and I had stayed to enjoy a lazy breakfast and have some much needed time alone. The Finalizer was a huge ship, thousands calling it their home and it gave very little space for privacy, or indeed fresh air.

My heart sank when I saw a woman, who upright bearing did not betray her years walk through the door of our chamber. I was tempted to tell her to go but as she came nearer I realised she did not look like a servant to be dismissed. Sighing I went to greet her.

"You are Dana?" he words were clipped and precise, her accent the very mirror of Hux's.

I nodded warily and she circled me, taking in my slightly disheveled appearance. Expecting a morning in peace, except to view some dresses for the evening I had gone for relaxed attire. It now felt like a mistake, although I chastised myself for letting this stranger get to me so easily.

"Well, you most certainly are not an officer of the First Order, not with that bearing, no matter what they say" she stopped in front of me and surveyed my face and figure appraisingly. I was waiting for her to open my mouth to check whether I still had all my own teeth, like a trader buying a herd animal. I also wondered who 'they' were.

"And you definitely aren't a courtesan. Attractive but not beautiful enough for that" and your nails are appalling" I shot a look down at my hands, and had to agree as I bit back a sarcastic thanks.

"And you are?" I asked, finally losing my patience.

"My name is Frisama, Armitage asked me to come to help get you ready for tonight. Oh well, I've always liked a challenge"

My expression obviously suggested that that answer hadn't quite sufficed, so with a huff she continued

"I have known since Armitage was a baby and he was brought here by his father to be brought up in his wife's household. Until they left, that is." The memory seemed to trouble her.

"I was told you require clothing for the dinner tonight. I have selected some items to show you" she clicked her fingers and instantly a procession of slaves came into the room, each holding up a dress for my delectation.

"The first five are to the current style in Arkansis at the moment" she said wrinkling her nose in disgust, I couldn't blame her. In the brightest of rainbow shades, with ruffles and details galore. Frisama seemed relieved when I declined.

"And these?" I think my expression of horror was clear enough for her to interpret. Just as I was envisioning an evening wearing my black wool uniform she clicked her fingers once more time. In walked one woman carrying a dress that she laid on the bed.

I had to fight back tears as I looked at her in delight. It was perfect. Floor length, made of some kind of silk that shimmered in the light bringing depth to its blackness. High halter neck top that wrapped to the hip where the dress was split down to the floor. It fitted perfectly, sexy without being over the top and completely unlike anything that any other guest would be wearing she assured me.

"You'll look like the perfect consort for a General. Simple shoes and only a little jewellery I think" she passed me a leather case, dismissing the slaves.