A New Day, A New (temporary) Outfit

The dawning sun slid a blade of light through the gap in the curtains, cutting across Fennec's face. She turned away, burying her face into her lover's chest to escape the intruding rays. She didn't want to be awake; she was snuggled in warm and comfy, her entire body slack for the first time in forever.

"Morning, Candy."

Her eyes shot wide open. The previous night came roaring back like a bad reentry - the public nudity, the mortifying squeals, jiggling around in heels she couldn’t even walk in, the part where she was bound and carried around like sexy luggage. She couldn't believe how easily and willingly she fell into being the helpless damsel in distress. Stars, had she actually thanked him on her knees? And then on her hands and knees? Oh yes. Her pigtails had definitely been used as reins.

She was blushing. She was mortified yet smiling. But mostly, she was hungry.

With a bit of poking and prodding, Ofe slipped on his loincloth and went to check the speeder for something edible while she found a still functioning refresher.

What stared back in the mirror over the sink was pink. So. Much. Pink!

Her signature dark braid was gone, replaced by tangled, neon pink pigtails bouncing high on her head, well, one of them was. The other hadn't survived last night's action. Her bold glitter-infused makeup, however, was flawless. Apparently that applicator machine used the expensive makeup with sophisticated nano-dyes. The bright bimbo eyeshadow and plumped bubblegum-pink lips wouldn't fade for at least a week. Instead of dismay, a bemused chuckle bubbled up to her lips. She shook her head and felt the large golden hoops of her earrings brush against her skin. Below, more new accessories glinted in the light coming through the refresher window; her golden nipple rings were still sore from last night's mischief.

She raised a hand with those impractically long, neon-pink talons to her lips. Stars, were they ridiculous. She thought of the fellow out at the speeder right and how he had to protect her because she couldn't even thread them through the trigger guard on a blaster. She sighed. They were fit for a Zeltron sex idol... but she did love how they sparkled and how they matched her hair.

Get a grip, Fennec thought. This isn't you. You're a cold, deadly shadow who can drop a target at a thousand meters and… and… And she found herself absentmindedly twisting to examine her body in the mirror. Stars! Even after a rough night like that, I still look like a pin-up girl from an Imperial barracks.

There was a knock. "Water and an energy bar out here for you," Ofe called through the refresher door. "Shouldn't take much to get the speeder up and running again."

"You can do that?"

"Hey, you're talking to a graduate of Corellia University's vaunted College of Engineering … Well. I'll be one in a few months."

She looked at the girl in the mirror and dutifully set to untangling the pigtails, coaxing them back back to bouncing like proper neon synth-pop sugar bombs over her shoulders. If this was going to be her last day as "Candy Sparkle", she could at least send the girl off looking good.

By the time Ofe returned from the damaged speeder victorious, sporting a minor electrical burn and a smudge of oil down his cheek, Fennec had downed her rations and commandeered a curtain. She wrapped herself to produce an impromptu robe hanging to her knees. There were other things that might have served better, but the velvety royal-blue contrasted wonderfully with Candy's bright pink aura.

The speeder ride to Coronet City's spaceport passed in awkward silence. Luckily, it only took a few minutes until they were setting down on the edge of the port.

All she could think about was that set of armor waiting on her ship - warm, protective, and oh so covering.