Lost Clothes

Several hours later Fennec awoke to a light beeping sound. The burns were only minor but she'd been in the tank for most of the day and it was now early evening. Pressing a button the bacta drained from the tank and the glass seal reopened. Sitting up slowly she glanced at the readout on the monitor, showing that she now was fully healed.

Her damaged clothes were gone but the servant droid was late and hadn't returned with her spare outfit. With a sigh of light frustration she got up to stretch and move around. Fett had plenty of credits but seemed unwilling to pay for a droid that actually worked properly, she chuckled to herself, finding his pragmatism endearing.

Still naked, she stood in front of a full length mirror, examining her skin where she had been burned that morning. Now there wasn't even a mark.

"No wonder he uses the tank so much" She thought.

Turning her side to face the mirror she studied her body further. It wasn't just that the damage to her flesh that had been healed, to Fennec her skin appeared to look even better than before the burns. It looked younger, healthier.

Slowly she ran her palm up her bare hip, The newly rejuvenated skin felt so smooth. Her palm continued up her side before she lifted her arm and rested it behind her head to get a full view of her side. After running her hand gently over her body a few more times the assassin turned her back to the mirror to check the healing there as well. The burns on her back had vanished too, replaced by smoother, younger looking skin. Inspecting herself closely, her dark eyes gradually drifted doward from her shoulder, along the small of her back before resting on her toned ass.

Her gaze lingered there as she was lost in thought. Despite the hard and sometimes uncomfortable life that came with her profession, all that running and shooting had some upside to it. She was in excellent shape, possessing a body that was athletic without being too muscular. Lost in her reflection Fennec failed to notice her hand subconsciously rub her flat stomach before both of them roamed upwards to cup her breasts. Being broken from her trance by a warm buzzing sensation between her thighs and realising she had been squeezing her breasts, Shand scolded herself once again. She was a professional and this was completely improper.

Angry at herself she decided not to wait for that stupid droid and searched the room for a robe to wear back to her quarters. Unable to find anything, she came across a note on a small table.

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The droid is not coming back, if you want your clothes come to the throne room.

"One of these days you're going to face consequences for your lack of discipline"

After all, We have a reputation to uphold...

Within seconds of reading the note Fennec knew exactly who was behind this.

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