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Obi Wan didn’t know how to talk to a duchess. Especially not when said dutchess was currently trying innocently to bathe in the waters, something obi wan (a gentleman if qui gon has any say) is stanchly not looking at. He understands arousal, (and what a conversation with qui gon that had been) and without the space to meditate or otherwise uh, release it into the force, he’s not sure the dutchess will want his company much longer- death cult or no. The force always had been a cruel mistress though, something obi wan was coming very staunchly to understand.
“Obi?” “Yes dutchess?” “Please you must know by now I prefer you call me Satine” “Uh, yes, apologies du- satine” “Yes well, would you help me get my back? There’s a patch of mud I can’t quite reach” Obi Wan really did hate the force.