Continuing over the rooftops

A few rooftops on, Drash crouched as low as she could; this one, at least, was a flatter one with no worry of being seen through the roof. Her face was burning with embarrassment, the voices she could hear from below her undeniable now. Some were complimentary, some were just surprised, and others were as good as gibberish to her even if she could guess the intent.

The naked woman streaking over the Mos Espa rooftops. She didn't know how easily she'd live this down. Drash took a breath, her heart-rate not steadying, and looked out; normally her route needed to loop around a block, but she could take a shortcut over the top here, if she was careful.

Unfortunately, the building she was looking at had several floors. Few windows, thankfully - Tatooine homes didn't want to let too much sunlight in, and made do with just narrow holes, but there was no crawling over the centre of that. Instead, there was a narrow ledge to mark where the second level had been built at a later date.

If she crossed that, she'd have to be standing. Drash swallowed, and crawled to the brink of the rooftop she was on; she jerked back as soon as the crowd saw her.

Well what were her options? Stay here? Go down to the street?

She didn't feel like keeping in one place. It was more likely for someone to climb up to the roof, than it was for the crowd to completely disperse. Mos Espa was never quiet.

Drash drew back, trying vainly to psyche herself up. She curled up, for all her doubts still waiting a few minutes, feeling the twin suns' heat on her back as she silently hoped at least a few people would lose interest in waiting for her. It was hard to believe that she was really here, naked on a rooftop and just hoping for a couple less people to see all.

Slowly, unsteadily, she stood up. Her heart was still pounding, and her blush wasn't fading; nervously, she crossed her arm over her breasts, squeezing them as much to work out stress as maintain some shred of modesty, and sprinted for the end of the roof.

Anyone who looked up saw her, legs scissoring back and forth as she fell through the air, her core and butt both more than visible, until she landed on the narrow ledge around the adjacent building, ass still in view. She awkward adjusted herself, not up to trying to walk with her face and chest dragging over the stone, nervously turning around so that her heels were on the ledge, her arm still over her breasts while her lower half remained completely bared.

Drash faltered for a moment. Looking outwards had been a mistake. Her blush didn't fade, and slowly she started to sidestep, bare skin pressed against the stone of the building's second floor.

She shimmied as quickly as she could, while keeping her balance, trying to tune out the noise of the people below. There wasn't hiding much from here. And Fennec even had to take her arm, removing what little modesty that would have let her keep - as it was, she needed to choose what it was she hid between her core and her breasts.

She'd chosen the latter. She wasn't sure why; the feeling of so many eyes there of all places was making her squirm, not that she could afford such slight movements on the narrow ledge.

Her foot slipped. Drash yelped, arm flailing out to brace herself on the wall, regaining her balance; her breasts shook, newly bared, in the sudden motion. Doubly mortified, Drash quickly drew her arm back.

She rounded the corner, slowing a little as she sidestepped at the angle, trying to ignore how the stone dug into her. She swallowed, trying to just look at the rooftops opposite and keeping the crowd out of her peripheral vision, doing her utmost to live in denial.

There really was no good way to run through Mos Espa nude, not even on the rooftops. The number of routes she had across one-floor buildings, and the ones she could reach without crossing too-wide streets, was far too limited.

She caught sight of her home, the den she and the mods hung out at a familiar sight. On the ground. Drash kept shimmying along the ledge, suddenly concerned by another question.

Just how was she going to get there? Down to ground level, and over the street... Drash gulped.