The Next Morning

Padme had spent the entire night at Jabba’s side, not by choice. She was anxious to leave the palace and return home, although what stood in the way was what was probably going to be an extremely awkward ride.

Still wearing the revealing **** outfit, Jabba had Padme escorted to Mos Eisley. As they walked through the streets, heads turned and eyes followed as the nearly naked senator passed through. Padme nearly toppled over as a gust of wind flew over her. Unfortunately, the fabric had also flown up, revealing her bare bottom to everyone in the street. She quickly covered up and rushed over to the port.

When they finally arrived at the ship, Padme saw two men, sitting comfortably at the landing gear. They were staring at her more than she would have liked.

One of her turned towards her “Thanks for visiting, Senator, however we’re gonna need that outfit back.”

“What?” Padme asked. “I don’t have any other clothes!”

“That’s not our problem,”

Padme reluctantly stripped off whatever was left of her decency and handed them back to the escort. Doing her best to cover herself up, she walked towards the ship’s entrance, followed by the two pilots.