A Sudden Awakening

"Stand Up."

Ahsoka's eyes shot open, memories of the night before flooding back to her. In front of her she saw the queen standing in her usual garb, looking down at her with an impatient expression. Still somewhat asleep, she pushed herself up from the bed and stood a matter of inches in front of Miraj. She automatically started to move to cover herself but remembered last night and lowered her arms once again, not wishing to unnecessarily annoy her captor, not when she still had the activation button for her collar in her hand.

Standing there, naked body in full view, she waited for further instruction. None came before a button on the control device was clicked and the collar fell away. Finally her windpipe was unrestricted and so she instantly took in a lungful of air, despite the residual sting left by the collar. The sudden release caused the Jedi to double over and fall into a fit of coughing, trying to regain normality over her breathing. 'So far so good with the queen holding up her end,' she thought, rubbing the tender flesh of her neck.

"You will find replacement clothes in that chamber," Miraj said, gesturing to a small sparsely decorated door in the corner of the room. "You will be in the throne room in 10 minutes, do not make me wait." All the tenderness of her voice from their night together had fled and was replaced with the usual condescending tone of a ruler. Not waiting for a reply she turned and left the room, heels clicking on the stone floor and echoing down the hall. Ahsoka entered the small room. It was slightly furnished with a chair, bed and adjoining bathroom. 'I guess this is my home for now.' On the bed lay her new clothing. She adorned her new and only outfit and looked herself up and down in the mirror. It was very similar to her standard clothing, with slitted armbands across her biceps, long finger-less gloves encasing her forearms, and a tight sleeveless one piece shirt covering down to her mid thighs, a belt with a silk cloth hanging between her thighs from its buckle. In contrast to her regular apparrel though, these clothes neglected to cover her midriff, exposing her toned stomach and only connecting to the lower section through strips of fabric across her back, and the fact that the outfit, in stead of her standard burgundy cloth, was now smooth black fabric with a texture like satin.