Episode I

Anakin reached for a cleaning cloth to get the oil off of his hands. Working for Watto wasn't the most luxurious job, and, being a ****, it's not like he had a choice on what he was doing. Mind you, he DID have a wonderful hand at repairing droids, racers, and just about anything else. He looked up as three people entered the shop, one older man with what looked like... a lightsaber? Hanging from his belt? A jedi, here? The second humanoid he dismissed. He turned to look at the third person and his mind spun. She wasn't only the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but he'd never seen so much skin an a "fully clothed" woman outside of Sebulba's masseuses!

He listened half heartedly to the Jedi as he tried to negotiate with Watto, unsuccessfully, of course. No one ever bested Watto in a deal. His mind wandered, and caught sight of the hot little vixen moving through the store and cleared his throat. "Can I help you, miss?"

She turned to look at him and his heart stopped again, her breasts were very nearly exposed by the mere strip of cloth across her nipples. Her crotch barely hidden by a drape of cloth, teasingly shifting aside to almost bare her pussy with nearly any movement. "I shouldn't think so... Master Qui Gon is dealing with the shopkeeper and I thought I'd look around. Is he your boss?"

Anakin shrugged. "Owner, actually. Humans here aren't really considered much more than property unless you come here rich to start with."

Her eyebrows drew together. "So you're a ****?"

Anakin nodded. "And what's that to you?"

The girl tilted her head to the side. "I'm handmaiden to the queen. My name's Padme. And we're not much more than slaves ourselves."

"And what do you do that makes you slaves?"

"Well, we're responsible for the queen's comfort and relaxation... Corde is good with her mouth, but her ladyship always said I had the best hands."

"Wait, you're a pleasure ****?"