A woman in dark robes

Padme watched as the doors parted and in between them strutted inside a lone figure, their face obscured by a dark hood. However, Padme blushed as she realized that was about _all _that was obscured as the tight fitting black robes they wore left little to the imagination. Their legs were completely exposed, only a thin loincloth like dark cover ran down between their legs, leaving the pale skin on display for the two appendages save for the dark wrappings around her legs up to her pale and thick thighs. Their shoulders were similarly exposed, with their hands covered by more dark wrappings, only their chest bearing any form of modesty though calling the massive window to her cleavage modest was being generous.

“Who is that?” Riyo whisperer, but Padme just shook her head.

“I’m not sure, let’s see what she has to say.” Padme cautioned before they took rash action. She had seen Dooku’s assassin Ventress clad in similar attire in the past, through perhaps not quite as revealing, but there was something off about this woman approaching. She didn’t feel like a dark chill running down Padmes spine like the other dark Jedi she had encountered, but it still left her uneasy.

Finally the woman stopped, and only her smile could be seen beneath the shadow of her hood.

“Ah, Senator Amidala, we are glad you have arrived. The Goddess had foretold you would come.” The woman spoke, her voice a firm feminine tone with a core worlds proper accent.

“How do you know me? Who are you?” Padme inquired back.

“How rude of me, my apologies. I’m afraid my name would be too complex for us to say in this form. You may call me Rey.” The woman answered, gesturing to herself by planting her hand above her heart and by extension her bountiful breasts.

“Very well, Rey, perhaps you could explain why it is you pulled our ship from out of the sky?” Padme now demanded, crossing her arms and glancing at Chuchi before returning her gaze to Rey.

“As I said, the goddess foretold you would come. And come you have. For your assistance is required.” Rey answered.

“My assistance? What do you want from me?” Padme asked more pointedly.

“The Goddess has plans for one of our guests in our humble temple, I believe you know each other: Anakin Skywalker?” Rey answered once more, tilting her head as she asked her own question.

“General Skywalker is here?” Riyo perked up, having worked with not just Anakin but his master and apprentice Ahsoka in the past.

Padme however, grew pale.

“Plans? What plans do you have for Anakin? Or any of the other Jedi or people that have come in here?” Padme demanded again, growing more evidently emotional in her questioning, drawing a concerned look from Chuchi.

“Do not fear, they are all our guests, they simply have yet to embrace the Goddess’s gifts upon themselves. Well, some of the haven’t. Masters Kenobi and Skywalker are proving rather… uncooperative.” Rey explained.

“Uncooperative? And just what gifts are you trying to bestow upon them? What even is this place?” Padme kept pushing and pushing, but Rey simply smiled and stood to the side with her hand facing the door.

“Why don’t I show you? I assure you, in the name of the Goddess, neither you nor any of your friends will be harmed.” Rey spoke with an almost stern sincerity.

Padme paused, was it really that easy? Was this place really meaning no harm? Something in her wanted to believe Rey, that she could just follow her and get the answers she wanted. But the Senator in her wasn’t so trusting. Then again, where was she going to get if she refused? Just sitting in this hangar having made enemies with the first person she spoke to here?

She had to make a decision…