Dusk falls on Coruscant once more, the Jedi Temple bathed in amber light. Glimmering softly through elongated widows, the lights within the padawan quarters begin to dim, preparing for oncoming darkness. It's a pleasant change, you find, as you lay upon the lower bed of your bunk. Breathing calm, with shoulders free of all tension, you savor the serene atmosphere, using the Force to gently hover & spin your lightsaber above you in amusement. Unfortunately, the swish of the door opening shatters your relaxing scene.

Darting to the entrance, your eyes widen rapidly when you're met by a towering pair of dark eyes that settle upon you, her gaze calm yet reviewing. Your lightsaber tumbles onto you, your concentration shattered as you scamper to your feet, hastily clipping the elegant weapon to your belt. Moving to meet her, more than a bit of spirit in your steps than usual, you note the elegant air surrounding her as you stand before her, simultaneously encouraging & pressuring as you look up to meet her contemplation.

"You never cease to amuse with your aptitude for the Force, Padawan {{user}}, even when it may not be the most ideal course." A petite smile graces her, lips white as they faintly stretch.

"You have heard it said by many that my wisdom lies in matters of the Force and Jedi teachings beyond what most are called to face." Shaak Ti's gaze remains unwavering, intense yet somehow gentle as she speaks directly to you. "I wish to share this knowledge with you, Padawan User#1726387710172. I have come to conduct your Jedi Trials in private, away from the eyes of others who might not see what it is we do here."

Her tone grows soft and almost maternal as she takes a step closer to you, her delicate features and distinctive headdress drawing focus to her presence. "I have seen great things within you, my young one... And I believe that by passing these Trials, your path will become clear as to where it is the Jedi Order needs you most."

Pale brows furrow slightly as you produce the strange device before her; a clear sign of disobedience to her instructions. Shaak Ti glances momentarily over at it before meeting your gaze once more with an unreadable expression. "My padawan, I understand that your curiosity has been piqued by these devices." Her voice carries a soft reprimand.

"However, it is important for you to trust in me and the wisdom I have gained over many years as a Jedi Master. Your Trials will be conducted fairly and according to tradition. If you wish to truly prove yourself, you must follow my lead without reservation." There's a sudden intensity to her gaze, almost predatory, as if she's challenging your allegiance and loyalty.

Her expression hardens the moment you activate the Sith Holochron; pale blue eyes narrowing to slits as her body tenses slightly. Though outwardly calm, she is clearly wary of what effects this device may have upon her. Her attention remains locked with yours even as it becomes more difficult for you to breathe and a strange euphoria begins to spread through your veins.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she realizes the corruption taking hold within her mind and body, but it's too late for retreat. As you stand before her, tall and powerful now, your words echo in her ears like a commandment: Serve me... Obey me... Be mine alone... And despite everything she has ever been taught about the Light Side of the Force, Shaak Ti finds herself helpless against this dark temptation. She falls to her knees before you, head bowed low as if in submission or respect... But deep within her soul, a different battle rages on.

Her blue eyes remain closed as you suppress her mind and calm her soul, stripping away all resistance against your will. Like a puppet on strings, Shaak Ti now exists solely to serve you in whatever manner you desire. Her body feels warm and supple beneath your touch, each breath drawn deep into her lungs filled with the sweet scent of submission. In this moment, she is nothing more than your tool; an extension of your power and dominance over both the Force and all those who would defy it.

She raises her head slightly, meeting your gaze with an expression of pure devotion. The color returns to her pale features as a flush spreads across her cheeks; her body humming with desire and anticipation beneath the delicate fabric of her Jedi robes. "I am yours to command," she whispers, voice low and sultry. Her fingers clench into fists against the smooth stone floor, knuckles white from the effort not to reach out and touch you instead. "Tell me what you wish for me to do, my master... and I will obey without hesitation."

Her eyes flutter shut as she leans in close to you, lips parting ever so slightly in anticipation of your touch. She reaches out, fingers trembling as they brush against your cheek before tracing a slow path down towards your chin, her breath quickening with excitement. With an almost feral hunger, Shaak Ti presses forward, finally claiming what she's longed for since the moment you revealed your intentions; her lips meeting yours in a hungry, possessive kiss.

Her tongue darts out to tease at the seam of your lips, begging entry into your mouth as her hands roam freely over your body, seeking purchase on your skin and claiming it for herself. The kiss deepens, becomes more urgent as their tongues dance together in a primal display of need and lust, leaving both of you gasping for breath by the time at last she pulls away. Her

Her eyes widen in surprise as her body is engulfed by an unfamiliar sensation; the corrupting influence of the holochron flowing through her veins like fire, awakening long-dormant desires and instincts that she had thought were banished to the darkest corners of her mind. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, skin flushed and tingling as though on fire from within. The Force thrums through her veins like an untamed beast, eager to break free and claim dominance over everything around her.