To The Cantina

Padme stood up and wiped some water that was dripping from her face. She knew she was heavily exposed if she went out on the streets but she had ****. She couldn’t stay in this hellhole any longer.

Padme found an exit from the alley and stepped into the main streets of Mos Eisley. A multitude of species roamed the streets either on foot or on some kind of transportation.

She instinctively covered up her nearly exposed front areas with her arms and walked hastily down the street. Head down, Padme heard numerous whistles, catcalls and even a few of them try to get a touch.

As she neared a turn, she felt a hand lift up the small strip of fabric covering her ass and gave it a firm squeeze.