She Makes it to the Spaceport. The Robe is not so Lucky.

The speeder settled onto the platform at the edge of the starport with a hiss. Screens blink in the morning haze as astromech droids rolled off to their morning hull inspections. The speeder door lifted to the bustle of far off traffic and the smell of fuel and wet duracrete.

Fennec slid one long, perfect leg with its sky-high platform heel out of the speeder. Her improvised robe shifted, unveiling a provocative stretch of thigh and hip. The early morning air was cool against the exposed skin.

Ofe, still grinning behind the wheel, had clearly savored the drive. He was young, scruffy, and dumb in that kind of way that can get a man kissed or killed. His eyes scanned her as she stood, robe fluttering in the breeze, pink pigtails glowing in the rising sun. She looked like something out of a very specific kind of dream.

“You sure you don’t want me to walk you to your ship?” he asked, eyebrows raised in hope for a second round.

Fennec found herself smiling as she rolled her eyes. “Sweet, but no. You’ve given more than enough.”

He chuckled slyly. “Guess that’s one way to put it.”

She deflected from her blush by looking over the stolen speeder. The black paint job was half-burned off on one engine but the rest gleamed like obsidian. "Hot ride," she said, "too bad you need to lose it.”

Ofe blinked. “What? You serious?”

Her voice slipped effortlessly back into the low, commanding tone she normally used for warlords and bounties. “Dead serious. They’ll be scanning the city for it. Strip it for parts or drop it into the river. And don’t take the same way back.”

On impulse, Fennec leaned back through her door, stretching over the red leather seats. Her lips, soft and shiny, pressed against his catching him completely off guard. Ofe's face went red. That hadn't been planned, but what about this crazy night had been?

“Thanks for being my hero,” she murmured, the earnest softness in her own voice catching Fennec by surprise. She straightened suddenly, like she hadn't just been tender.

Ofe blinked like a man who’d just seen a hyperspace ghost. “So, uh… Candy… when are you coming back to Corellia?”

“When they syndicate stops looking for me,” she said, voice cool again. “Or," she smirked, "when I run out of credits and good sense.”

Ofe smirked in response, clearly trying to play it cool. "Catch you then, gorgeous."

He flicked a half-salute and slammed the speeder door. Fennec turned to leave, but something tugged at her. Her eyes bulged; the end of the curtain making up her robe was caught in the door. Her mouth opened to scream at him but it was too late. He flew off out of her life.

The robe was yanked away so fast, she went spinning out of her makeshift clothes. Bare butt cheeks landed on cold, hard duracrete, sending parts jiggling. Legs splayed, her heels flying off to who-knew-where.

Above, her shredded blue 'robe' flapped like a banner from a speeder disappearing into the skyline of Coronet City. She should have been furious, but Fennec just sighed as the cool morning breeze wafted across her once-again naked skin.

“You dumb Ofe,” she muttered.