Myla had been trained well, and she knew what her first priority should be: heal up and rest from Rorak V
. But that wasn’t going to happen. Ever since she had seen her body on that damn vid screen in the ‘Legitimate Business Cantina’, Myla had been distracted and only the deadly threats of Gulga’s
defenses had kept her from full-blown obsession. That woman could not be her—there was no way. Every moment of Myla’s life had been monitored and cataloged by the Trainers.
But it was her—the face she looked at every day in the mirror had been on that screen, making faces that Myla had never…well, it couldn’t be her. As soon as she reached her room, Myla locked the door and went straight for the vid player. From her pocket she drew out the adult vid she’d found at the Market on Rorak V, Jedi Jezebel and the Buttrayal
. A sick feeling in her stomach, Myla began to watch the vid, forwarding through various acrobatic and versatile performances, until she came to a recognizable face. Yes, the face was the same, but she didn’t need to look down for comparison—those were definitely enhanced. The woman must be a slave, too, as she was marked on her shoulder, but it wasn’t the same black triangle that lined Myla’s own shoulder. In fact, as Myla bent closer to the screen, the mark on the woman looked as though it had been smudged. And reaching back to feel the ridges through her shirt, Myla did not see the scars left by the Trainer’s whip on the woman’s smooth-skinned back. What the hell? Unable to watch anymore, Myla forwarded to the end credits: the woman’s name was Irene Skycrest, starring in a PorSec of Corellia. Shit. She only knew one person from Corellia, and it was humiliating enough that he and the rest of the crew knew about her doppelganger’s porn; now she had to ask him a favor about it.