Title: Melting Point Timeframe: Obi-Wan is 13 and a new apprentice Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan spend a night in a brothel during a snow storm in a remote outer rim space port Notes: This is not a new story but new to these boards (as am I). I thought I would try it for my first post. Don?t let the summary fool you, it is a harmless story despite the setting and some innuendo. Melting Point The room was warm, a welcome change from the biting cold outside, but Qui-Gon Jinn hesitated in the doorway. The air was thick with the smell of many occupants, mingled with the sweet smell of perfume and the faint musty smell of spice. Qui-Gon quickly scanned the interior, taking in the dÃ©cor and the inhabitants. He was no stranger to the seedier side of outer-rim space ports, and this one was no different from his previous experience. He knew a brothel when he saw one. Behind him his young apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, shifted from one foot to another. He was not usually prone to fidgeting, but he couldn?t feel his feet. They were frozen from hours of marching in the raw wind and bitter cold. He was curious about his master?s hesitation and he shifted his position trying unsuccessfully to steal a glance into the room over Qui-Gon?s broad shoulders. Qui-Gon sighed, this was not his first choice of shelter, but they had been caught unprepared by the planet?s unpredictable weather systems and were not equipped to spend the night outside in subzero temperatures. They were also out of money, so it appeared they were out of options. Qui-Gon sensed some hostility, defiance toward authority in general, but no real danger. He strode into the room, his apprentice close at his heals. It was Obi-Wan?s first opportunity to see the interior of the building, and he found the occupants were as fascinated in him as he was in them. He took in the details of his surroundings without appearing to show the slightest interest, a Jedi trick. The mish mash of inhabitants in the room had no such skills. They stared round eyed and open mouthed. Laughter and talk turned to whispers, then finally died out altogether. Qui-Gon strode forward purposefully, apparently unaware of the stir their presence had caused. Jedi were not the usual custom of the place. ?C-can I help you?? The young girl behind the counter was young, younger than Obi-Wan. Her face was heavily painted making her look older, but her expressive eyes betrayed her youth. Her situation saddened Qui-Gon, but he was careful not to let his feelings show. There was nothing he could do to help and his pity would not change things. When he spoke his voice was gentle. ?There is storm approaching and we have no where to stay. We have no credits to pay for a room, but any place you can find to give us shelter would be appreciated.? ?Run along Sarra,? An older girl sauntered up to the counter. ?And don?t worry, I will take special care of our guests.? She turned to the Jedi. ?I am Errita, my uncle owns this establishment, and you would be?? ?I am Qui-Gon Jinn,? Qui-Gon bowed formally, his manners the same for chancellors, senators, and prostitutes. ?My companion is Obi-Wan Kenobi.? Obi-Wan bowed as well, following his master?s lead. When he looked up he found the woman eyeing him with interest. She was beautiful, long dark hair, clear skin and brilliant hard green eyes. He tried to keep his gaze steady, but he found he could not meet her openly appraising stare. He looked away confused, his face burning in embarrassment. ?No money? I?m sure we can work out payment somehow.? She laughed brazenly but after a quick look at Qui-Gon turned suddenly and walked jauntily toward the stairs. Her green silk dress clung seductively, ?This way, gentlemen.? They followed her up the stairs and down a long hallway. Privacy apparently not a concern, doors on either side left carelessly open exposing the occupants inside. Obi-Wan carefully kept his eyes on his master?s back. The storm outside suddenly did not seem so threatening.