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Кстати, про love machine. Нашла фик про Гривуса и Асажж. Прооралась в голосину.

“Grievous,” he said, momentously. “You may come in now.”
Before Ventress could ponder over the name any more, the door opened and the owner of the name strode in and looked around, curiously. Ventress and the other couldn’t help but look at him both in shock and awe.
It—no, he stood an inch over seven feet, his legs long and spindly. Covered in Duranium plating and possessing a very skeletal look to him, this “Grievous” fellow was frightening and rippling with power. Ventress thought for a moment she was looking at a unique, atypical droid, until she saw a pair of beautiful golden eyes surrounded by reddish flesh peering out of what looked like a warrior mask. A cyborg, she realized. That thing—no he, is a cyborg. If one glance was taken at Grievous, he could have very well been dismissed as an “it”, but upon further examining, this was not the case. She could make out his well-sculpted, large pectorals and the faint details of what was a chiseled abdomen. A very slender, chiseled abdomen at that. In fact, the boy looked quite feminine in some aspects, with its slightly curved hips and slender thighs and legs, yet Ventress could feel Grievous’ masculinity. It was almost like a musk, and she felt a small tug in the Force. Not that it determined gender, yet it was a sense she had never felt before. Yes. It was a male. She knew, and Dooku had not even announced the gender yet.

А дальше там ничего особо интересного или смешного не было, поэтому я дропнула.