What should she do now?

Fennec enters a building

Not wanting to stomp through the streets a second time, Fennec opted to investigate one of the nearby buildings. It was basically a gamble, as Fennec couldn't see inside any of them. Thinking the building with the least amount of lights on looked promising, Fennec stomped in on her platform heels.

"Ah, there you are," Said another Twiliek. Though unlike Mistress, her skin was light orange, and wore a fashionable and glamorous dress. "I'm guessing you've had a busy schedule and not had time to change outfits. Care to tell me how to remove those cuffs?" The woman said as she unclasped Fennec's gag. Fennec let out a groan of relief as she could finally move her jaw again.

"The code is 1138."

"I see." As soon as the woman had entered the code and freed Fennec's arms, Fennec immediately took over and undid the remaining mag cuffs herself, not wanting to make the same mistake she did with Mistress.

"Now then, get those heels and collar off, and lay down on this table here and we can set up the rest of the food."

Food? Fennec fully took in her surroundings, and realised she was in some kind of kitchen. Before her lay a human sized serving trolley, with various chefs holding seafood at the ready. Was that what they thought Fennec was? A Sulyet model? Laying down on a serving platter as people ate seafood off of her naked body? Well she wasn't going to stand for that! She was free from her cuffs. She could charge straight out of here and... back onto the streets of the red light district, with no way of knowing how far the space port was. And all that standing around on platform heels had tired her out. Maybe it would be best if she played along and rested for a bit, but only if she could get someone at the restaurant to order her a cab to the spaceport. And maybe she could get clothes out of this too?