She should just leave.  Leave.  Call everything off.  Just as NAME_1 had done, with NAME_2.  Sure, he may have slept with her, before, when joined with the computers and that crafty slut NAME_2 had taken advantage of him, but that was different.  Just like her, with Kl'rt, or with Terrax.  She had been forced to couple with them, to take them inside her, even to come with their oversized cocks in her.  But that had been different.  She had little choice on what happened.  Unlike now.

Given the choice, NAME_1 had not cheated on her.  He had been faithful to her, no matter how hot that damn sexy Xandarian minx was for him.  She could do the same.  Do just as NAME_1 had done.  Just tell NAME_3 she would not play along any more and go.  And walk away.  Just as she should have done before.  Before it got to where it got.  Before she had to once again feel him against her, on her, in her...

Even if NAME_3 released the holo recordings to the public, she knew NAME_1 would understand.  Hadn't he said that?  That if she had been in a compromising position, sexually, he would understand?  Even if that involved her being with someone else?  That he would trust her judgement?  That he would trust her?  Trust her to do what she thought she had to do?  

But could she trust herself?

NAME_3's robes were parted just under his waist, and she glanced down, just once, very quickly.

She bit her lower lip, where his teeth had recently done the same, and fidgeting with a stray lock of golden hair by her cheek.  

She had to get freedom for