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Lady Roma had never taken a liking to temples, large open places of worship. Maybe it was odd reminder of that day, it caused her pain to be around such areas that even resembled an opera. Though she always picked an area that caused her the most discomfort, for pain was the way of the force non - the - less. She had lead herself to an auditorium, that sat off the west wing of the temple. The ceiling must have been at least sixty feet-high, large circular arches carved into pale stone like butter. PAle, like the skin upon her form.
Though there was a pain about the place, the stage arrayed a variety of torture equipment, amongst them an "iron maiden" where a victim was placed body strapped vertically unable to move. Like a coffin with large spikes built on both sides, then you simply put the pieces back together and impale the subject, now only able to see their eyes.
Roma smiled, parting her plum glossed lips aside. Tossing the bantha weave cloak away, the material falling and crumbling upon the ground-- it did. Out pop light golden locked hair, every contour of her seductive body could be seen through the tight mesh of black material she wore upon her skin. Blue eyes darted around the room. Back to the iron maiden, I wonder how it feels, the pain must be quite overwhelming. Roma smiled again at the thought letting off a sore laugh. Now where is my trainer......
"Come out, Come out, where ever you are...."
Roma muttered to herself, in almost a sarcastic tone.
The digits of her right hand clasping the hilt of her lightsaber almost instantly. Twisting it from her belt the bright red blade activating with an instantiate hum. Giving the now surrounding area an errie crimson glow, she paced, she watched, she waited...
Though there was a pain about the place, the stage arrayed a variety of torture equipment, amongst them an "iron maiden" where a victim was placed body strapped vertically unable to move. Like a coffin with large spikes built on both sides, then you simply put the pieces back together and impale the subject, now only able to see their eyes.
Roma smiled, parting her plum glossed lips aside. Tossing the bantha weave cloak away, the material falling and crumbling upon the ground-- it did. Out pop light golden locked hair, every contour of her seductive body could be seen through the tight mesh of black material she wore upon her skin. Blue eyes darted around the room. Back to the iron maiden, I wonder how it feels, the pain must be quite overwhelming. Roma smiled again at the thought letting off a sore laugh. Now where is my trainer......
"Come out, Come out, where ever you are...."
Roma muttered to herself, in almost a sarcastic tone.
The digits of her right hand clasping the hilt of her lightsaber almost instantly. Twisting it from her belt the bright red blade activating with an instantiate hum. Giving the now surrounding area an errie crimson glow, she paced, she watched, she waited...
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