You wake up to a very confused Shmi Skywalker

You sleep soundly for a solid two days, your dreams filled with images of grandeur, conquest, and beautiful women, until you sense a commotion going on in your bedroom. Groggily, you sit up from your pillow and rub at your eyes as you feel the presence of your guest nearby.

"Ah, finally awake are you?" you ask her as she searches frantically around your chambers for an exit.

Her heavy, drab, gray robes are torn in multiple places, allowing you to catch glimpses of her now healed skin. Additionally, now that you were in the sterile environment of the Star Forge, it becomes abundantly clear that she is in need of bathing. A quick mental command prepares the attached bathroom with toiletries and a change of clothes for your unwitting guest.

"Where am I?" she asks immediately. "How did I get here? Who are you?"

"Relax. We are far from the Tuskens here. You're safe," you tell her soothingly.

"Safe... Tuskens..." she mumbles under her breath as she stares at the floor. "Where is this place, and where is my family?"

"I know you have many questions," you say to placate her. "Take some time to get cleaned up in the refresher while I fetch something to eat, and I'll answer your questions as best as I can."

You gesture to a side hatch as you say this and she returns the offer with a stiff nod. Wordlessly, she disappears into your bathroom, the hatch hissing shut behind her while you make good on your promise. You conjure a simple meal of tea, fruits, and light pastries to ease her stomach back into a regular diet. You had no idea if she was fed at all during her time in captivity with the Tuskens, but considering her state of health when you found her, you were quite convinced she hasn't had a single bite.

The sound of rushing water soon draws your attention and your eyes fall upon the bathroom door. The walls fade from view as you take a peek at Shmi looking around the exquisite bathroom in wonder. It was roughly the size of her old **** quarters back on Tatooine, and while the corner shower was a reasonably sized cubicle, the bathtub could be more accurately described as a small pool. Jets lined the walls and floor, spewing fresh, steaming hot water into the massive basin. With her desert life dominating her experiences, you doubt she's ever seen so much water in one place.

After another moment's hesitation she begins to disrobe, her heavy garments pooling around her feet. They're soon joined by her plain underwear, leaving her completely bare. You lick your lips in anticipation as your eyes wander over the nude body of Anakin's MILF mother. She almost had the body of a trophy wife as she was as fit as any twenty year old, marred only by a certain roughness that was to be expected from living in a desert as a ****. She turns on the spot, looking for a towel in a cabinet and you're treated to the sight of her untrimmed bush. Perhaps you should help groom her later? There was a slight sag to her breasts as well, but that only added to her sexual appeal as a mature woman. You could feel yourself growing stiff in your pants in anticipation. You doubted she'd be too against the idea considering you saved her life.