"Nothing immediately comes to mind. I can make inquiries, if you desire it."

"Thank you - and I would, yeah. I want to know what happened, if nothing else..."

"Of course, my dear. I will investigate the matter."

Small smile. "Thank you, ma'am."

"You are welcome, Anakin."

Happy hum.

She thinks more, eyes closed a bit.

"...If I decide I want to - be your apprentice, then I later decide to leave - will you let me?"

"That would sadden me. But I would not clip your wings."

"Thank you," she says, sincerely.

Another long pause, then: "I want to be your apprentice, ma'am."

She kisses the top of Anakin's head.

"Excellent."

Shiver!

She blushes even more deeply and makes a small noise.

"Traditionally," she says, "this sort of thing is sealed with a vow and a new name. Will you kneel before me and pledge your loyalty, Anakin?"

That gets a small 'ah' out of her. She swallows, eyes wide, and says, "Yes, ma'am. What name should I use when swearing to you?"

"I am Darth Sidious."

She nods, mouth dry, and levers herself up enough to slide to the floor at Elesse's - Darth Sidious's - feet. She looks up at her new Master, face flushed, heart pounding, and says: "I give you my loyalty, Darth Sidious, as my Master. I swear to turn my mind, my body, and my power to your goals. I swear to listen faithfully and to learn from your instruction, so that I may grow in power and ability to serve. I swear to set no other above you in my regard. I swear to stand with you against all your enemies, and to never work to your detriment."

"I swear that if this becomes unacceptable to me, I will ask you for release from my vow, and I will even after never turn against you."

There's something hot and tight in her core, her entire body struck hypersensitive.

"I hear your vow and accept it. Rise, my apprentice. Rise, Darth... Sangua."

She stands, beaming. "Thank you, Master Sidious."

"And now that tradition is done with... Will you seal the bargain with a kiss?"

Nnn!

"Yes, ma'am," she says, breathless, leaning in a bit.

Kiss! Kiss that quickly deepens.

Mmmph!

She'll end up back in Elesse's lap if Elesse doesn't stop her.

That is an entirely desired outcome.

Having compatible desires here is quite excellent.

Anakin - Darth Sangua, and she should maybe get used to thinking of herself like that - has no particular idea where to go beyond deep kissing, but is rather enthusiastic about clinging to her Master all the same.

That will serve well enough for tonight.

Sangua definitely agrees.

"What should I call you?" she asks during a break for air. "Just - when we're in private."

She lets her hands run idly down Anakin's back.

"'Mistress' would suit well."