Ventress waited aboard her ship. She was going off on another mission from Count Dooku, though he said this one was different from the others. The 'others' typically meant fighting with the droid army of the separatists against the Jedi of the Republic, but that got boring, so change was welcomed. Her ship sped through hyperspace and ventress let out a sigh, as she had finally had a moment to spare from her meeting with her master. She entered her quarters, removed her dress, and examined herself in the mirror, clad in just a black bra, and.....
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