Fennec

Fennec Shand was standing on the rooftop, an eyebrow raised. Boba's second in command; Drash grimaced. The two of them had an... odd relationship. It was somewhere between mutual respect and general chafing; they had moments where things went well between them, and moments where everything the one of them did seemed to annoy the other.

And now Drash was naked, sunbathing on her boss's palace.

"Really?" Fennec said, unimpressed.

"Hey, I did my job for the day," Drash said defensively. "What I do in my off-hours is nothing to do with you."

She shifted, slowly sitting up, her back already missing the baked warmth of the rooftop. On instinct, her left shoulder twitched, but lacked her metal arm to cover anything with. Biting her lip, she settled for just crossing one leg over the other, and keeping her right arm across her chest.

Fennec continued to stand over her, staring in a way that felt distinctly judgemental. Drash flushed.

"Have I done anything wrong?" Drash said, pointedly. Okay, Fennec seemed to respond better to politeness, but she was a little rattled - and besides, she wasn't going to let anyone make her feel bad for wanting some time to herself. It was comfy.

Fennec eyed her.

"This is the Daimyo's palace, not some Twi-lek pleasure suite," Fennec said. "We have a reputation to uphold."

"Fett can probably take me sunbathing," Drash said.

Fennec still seemed displeased. It was, admittedly, an expression Drash was used to.

"One of these days you're going to face consequences for you... lack of discipline," Fennec said.

She turned around. When she started to move away, Drash finally relaxed, and let herself lie down again.

The heat in her cheeks vanished after a bit, replaced with the comfort of the sunlight. Her arm fell back down to her side, and she recaptured a little of her earlier relaxation.

After a while, though, she was done. Lying still in one place wasn't something she could keep up forever. Drash sat up, stretching, content. She'd almost forgotten Fennec's earlier arrival by the time she stood up.

She went inwards, keeping away from the edges of the palace, and paused.

That was odd. She was sure her clothes had been...

She looked around - and her gaze caught upon the hatch she'd crawled out of. Well, it probably made sense that Fennec had shut it. Quickly, Drash went over, and pulled. It stayed shut.

Locked. Drash paused. A little more urgently, she looked around the palace rooftop, bare feet making almost no sound as she paced.

No clothes. No arm. Locked door. No way into the palace, no where to go except down the sides, and nothing to protect her modesty save the arm she crossed over her chest. Drash started to fidget.

What had Fennec said? One of these days, you're going to face consequences. Was this her idea of, what, just desserts for sunbathing nude?

Drash knocked on the hatch, just in case Fennec was just trying to spook her.

"Er. Hi? Very funny," Drash said.

There was no answer. Drash swallowed.

"Okay, you can let me in now," Drash said.

Was Fennec even still in there? Drash squirmed, the warm dessert breeze something she was suddenly hyperaware of as it brushed past her bare skin. She crouched, unavoidably nude.

"Taking my arm is a bit much," Drash said.

Still no answer. Drash swallowed, slowly backing away from the locked hatch.

Okay. Fennec had really done it. Tentatively, Drash looked out over the edge of the palace roof, not sure what she was meant to do. She could think of a few potential ways down, but going into more well-travelled areas naked was nothing she was eager to do.

And she wasn't sure how sympathetic Fennec would be to her if she just stayed up here until the cold of nightfall.