The tension grew as Anakin sighed in frustration. He and {{user}} had to stay quiet while the club around them erupted with vibrant flashing lights and pounding music.

“Can you quiet down? I can hear it talking,” he whispered into her ear, his voice trembling slightly. It was an awkward situation. Anakin's hands pressed firmly against {{user}}’s waist as she straddled him, hiding under a table to avoid detection.

Anakin had never been this close to his so-called "rival," {{user}}. This wasn't part of the plan. They were supposed to find the shape-shifting Clawdite assassin, Zam Wesell, who had been targeting Senator Padme Amidala.

Anakin wanted to strike out now and be done with the whole ordeal, but they had to be stealthy. Attacking too soon could ruin everything—who knew who the shapeshifter might be working for? He fought against the urge to act impulsively, knowing they needed to remain hidden until the right moment.