Anakin very valiantly doesn't whine about what if they went farther. 

"The session today - we should be able to stay well within that, though I - wouldn't mind a higher baseline?" She shrugs; her reasons for that are complicated and still hard to untangle. "But I also want to - run through things ahead of time, still, and not - get more intense in front of a stranger than we have in private?"

Elesse nods.

"Fair. We can do a practice round."

Small wiggle. "Do you want to read my mind during it?"

"That sounds like best practices."

"Yeah." Less small wiggle, and she invitingly opens her shields to Elesse.

Elesse taps into Anakin's mind.

And then they can begin.

Anakin successfully nudges her mind away from focusing on how utterly hot this is - that's not what Elesse wants out of this - and instead settles into a deep, pleased contentment. She adores Elesse, so, so much, and she trusts her, and -

Letting go like this is... Peaceful. A lot of the same bone-deep serenity Anakin gets when Elesse's just finished thoroughly running her through her paces on the sparring mat, but more. 

Which rounds off to: Anakin definitely doesn't mind a single thing Elesse does to her.

That certainly makes Elesse feel better about this whole thing.

She doesn't want to stop. But she's able to, which is important.

Anakin doesn't want to stop, either. 

But she keeps her head enough to recognize when they reach the predetermined limit - and she has a swell of wanting that breaks through her pleased, pained drift - but she lets it go and turns her focus to Elesse, not her own urge to rush into everything. 

That's important, too.

(Elesse is excellent, did Elesse know she's excellent? Anakin is in a very good mood now and loves her.)

Anakin hums and nuzzles her Elesse as she's eased down and cleaned up.

There's still time before their meeting, which Anakin can use to rest up and heal just a little... And which they both can use to plan a slave's escape.  

An important part of the plan.

Yeah. 

Anakin's ideas cover a broad range of possibility, which different advantages and drawbacks to each. She'd put pretty extensive thought into them earlier, and now - her head's clear and calm, without the thing where her thoughts go so fast they run into each other being even something she has to try to control, which is... Something to keep in mind, but their focus now is the mission. 

Important facts flash to the top of her mind.

She got a chance to talk to the boy - the conversation didn't exactly go toward this, but she's very sure he has an identification implant, but not a deeply embedded one, and it doesn't have any sort of kill switches attached. That's normal for personal slaves in this area. Explosions are messy. 

She has a pretty thorough idea of the layout, too. Which patrons or employees might present a problem or opportunity (or both). Who else is likely here against their will. A deeper impression of the bar's relationship with local law enforcement. Reputations of assorted people of interest. 

Security on the ports is lax, and while getting off planet is hard without money, it sounds like even slaves who stay on planet tend to not get recaptured by their original masters - law enforcement here is lazy, but the Republic breathes down their neck just often enough that officers inclined towards actively perpetuating major crimes get weeded out, but not often enough to make anyone do their actual jobs. And there's organized crime present, but the strongest local gangs deal in gambling and protection rackets first and foremost, and tend to resent the multi-system groups - the ones with the most interest in the slave trade - elbowing in enough to track specific people down, even if they'll tolerate the trade in general. 

And, of course, her plans. She can lay them out so much faster and more comprehensively like this - she understands the importance of developing the skills of explaining herself verbally, but this is just more efficient for now.

The plan she feels the best about is - actually very much not discreet. But this building is very much not up to fire code, and it'd be trivial for her to time an incident that probably won't result in significant injury, let alone death, but will cause enough turmoil that the boy and likely a few others can slip away. Any fire would be very unlikely to spread, but it'd draw attention, and Anakin has a hunch that attention might help shake some of those operating through here just enough to expose other vulnerabilities to her and Elesse.

She has a host of other ideas, of course - things targeting just that boy she thinks are likely to hinder Anakin and Elesse's mission more, since his owner will be petulant and possibly suspicious, especially if they rescue him soon...

The fire has a good amount of potential. They will have to be careful, of course, fire is never safe, do a little bit more scouting, but- Elesse thinks it can work. And if the woman has lost her slave, she will have motivation to seek out another and even if the overt avenue is thereby closed, they can tail her discreetly.

Yeah... Anakin has some ideas on that - at least on where to scout, but she also thinks they can select where it starts very carefully for something that'll be alarming but not very dangerous. 

Depending on what they're doing at the time, they might be able to more directly shape things - though that risks them appearing suspicious. But timing the fire to flare during their demonstration Anakin thinks will give them the best steering power over the boy's fate - and for while they're in the main room over the situation as a whole.

Elesse would prefer the control offered by the main room.

Fair enough - and they can still set that off relatively soon after their demonstration, while they're sure the boy is able to escape if given the opportunity. 

An important point, good to keep in mind.

Yeah. 

There's details to finalize, but... The time for their meetup's approaching. 

Is Anakin ready?

"I am," she says, and her thoughts ring with the calm truth of that. "I trust you." With this - to not go too far - to adjust if circumstances change. 

"Thank you, Anakin."

To the woman's room, then.

To their appointment. 

Ani is a very, very good girl for her Master. Her tears are genuine; so is her love. Her repentance isn't, and her warm fondness at every gentle touch is masked by a false gratitude.

The way her Master wrings her mind out - the way Ani submits - that's genuine in this moment, though there's a reserve of strength like banked coals for her to call on when needed. 

She's stressed about the boy's misery, which makes this not nearly as enjoyable as it'd otherwise be. She doesn't mind the audience very much otherwise actually, not with this being the second time - there's a smug warmth in her chest at being good and valued. (There's an odd dissonance there - the surface thoughts, the ones that become Ani's actions, are focused on how good a slave she is, how proud she is of that. It's not usually so obvious what of Ani is actively a mask - the undercurrent of Anakin is engaging with that lightly but not directly, though the pride and feeling of belonging do run deep.)

The woman definitely appreciates their showing.

Enough to ask, "How much for a tumble with her?" as Elesse's winding down.

"She's not for rent." Elesse's voice goes very cold for this.

"Oh? You could earn quite a lot if you reconsidered, you know."

"This one," she says, "is mine."