"And Anathema, yes."

"Hm, I think Anathema's going more for hedonism, here."

"Guilty as charged!"

"Surely a little altruism, thinking of my pleasure?"

"Hm, not sure that counts as altruism if we're dating. Generosity? Tendency to bestow extravagant gifts on my girlfriend?"

Poke.

"Stop undermining my arguments, dear."

She giggles. "You're very altruistic, though."

"Your support is appreciated."

She smiles at them. "Do you have my tour of the body corporeal already planned out, then?"

"In broad strokes. There are a few particulars left to sort out."

"Oh?"

"Mostly exactly which body corporeal will get to go first."

"You're very popular among my girls."

"Ah." Blush! "I can see that being a minor logistical issue, yes." She smiles through her blush, though - "We can do movies in the meantime, at least, and you can let me know when candidates have been chosen - or if my vote's needed."

"Sounds good."

"Did you have a movie in mind already?"

"That new one with Lei Talla?"

"I've heard good things about it," she says. "So it's a date."

"I guess it is."

She grins back.

Next is figuring out when a convenient showing is, of course - fortunately Anakin's schedule, while busy, mostly isn't fixed - then the movie... (Which Anakin quite enjoys.)

(And, of course, whatever Ellaita and Anathema are doing to sort out logistics for her 'tour.')

Ellaita and Anathema can handle that between themselves.

And then to present the lucky winner to Anakin.

That would be a very excited and slightly vibrating Sharp! (She fully understands Anakin might want to push her consciousness down entirely, of course, which, honestly, even hotter.)

(Sharp is possibly part of the coalescing 'very subby' bloc among the clones. Just possibly.)

She dresses in soft, comfortable clothes in a style similar enough to what Anakin usually manifests in to be hopefully comfortable. She cleans herself very thoroughly, makes sure all the possibly unpleasant bodily issues are sorted ahead of time - treats herself to a nice spa, gets out that lingering muscle ache she's had - doesn't leave herself full, though, in case Anakin wants to eat something -

(Sharp is only maybe overthinking this.)

"Good afternoon," Anakin says, eyeing up Sharp quite intently. She's abandoned her seeming of life for this. "You're to be my - hm, not sure there's a good word for 'thing possessed'..."

(Wiggle.)

"Spare body? Sacrifice? Vessel?" she suggests, a bit breathless.

"One of those."

She steps into Sharp's space, close enough her breath would be ghosting over her skin if Anakin was corporeal. In a soft murmur, "Relax." And she lifts a hand to Sharp's cheek...