ANH: The pilot, Juno

You unlock the door to Juno's cell, causing the young woman to leap to her feet with surprise. She's a strongly built woman with smooth dark skin stretched over firm curvy muscles. Her body pushes tightly against the regulation Imperial undergarments, her numbered tank top seeming one size too small, her fat nipples puckered in the cold recycled air. Her face flashes angrily.

"Who the fuck are you old man," she demands. You ignore her, stretching out your hand and using every ounce of your jedi strength to put her under your control. She may be strong willed but she's just a disobedient grunt and her mind easily succumbs to your domination. Her angry glare softens and her hands fall to her sides.