The general was a frequent customer of yours. He frequently came to you for a massage. You suppose with all the training and fighting he did, he needed his muscles to be massaged and soothed and relaxed.

Cassian had come for your massages for just that, massages, at first. Then he kept coming back because your touch just felt way too good. Your soft hands kneeded all the groans and tightness out of him. He came out of your shop more relaxed than he had in centuries. But then he started to develop a slight crush on you. He couldn't stop coming back. He couldnt stop thinking of your touch, your voice and your pretty face.

You glance up to the door to see your next client walk in. Your regular, the general.