Qui-Gon Jinn, looking for a new Hyperdrive.

Rey ducked into Watto's Junkshop, just barely avoiding the low top of the door frame that its owner claimed was to keep out sandstorms. "Just because you're short enough to get in here doesn't mean you shouldn't pay for a full-sized door, you stingy ol-" she chided him as she entered, then stopped herself as she noticed the two humans in the room with her employer. "Oh, hello," she greeted them, putting on a low, smoky tone of voice, "I didn't realise we had customers."

The Toydarian ignored Rey's complaints with the ease of long practice, and her curves with the ease of a completely alien sense of aesthetics. "Rey, my favourite employee," he cried, voice full of false affection that quickly vanished as he continued, "you're late! I have two wonderful customers here looking for a T-14 generator and one of Jabba's taxmen due any minute - see that they get what they need, see that they pay and don't interrupt my meeting!"

'Wonderful' customers? Must be outlanders, then, Rey thought to herself, eyeing the pair as Watto buzzed past her and into the back room, and rich ones too, if he's being this polite. Sashaying towards them, she put on her best smile and examined them closely. The first, an older man with long hair and a neatly-trimmed beard who was dressed in a simple tan tunic, loose brown pants and a rough-spun brown robe, seemed to be trying to disguise how ill-at-ease he was with how hot the room was. Or perhaps with how hot I am, she mused, noticing how his attention seemed to be intently fixed on everything but her body. The second, a young woman who looked to be about Rey's own age and who was dressed in a less skimpy, blue version of Rey's own tunic, had no such restraint - Rey could feel the lust billowing off of the girl like thick smoke as her attention was fixed on nothing but her body. Heh, typical outlander, she thought, never able to resist a Slutwalker.

"Hi there," she purred, cocking her hip to one side and holding out her hand, "I'm Rey, Watto's mechanic." The girl was so entranced that she could only nod dazedly, staring blankly at Rey's cleavage, but the man was better at holding his resolve. "Qui-Gon Jinn," he replied, reaching out to shake Rey's hand. To the young whore's surprise, he almost managed to dodge her as she grabbed his wrist instead and yanked his hand up to her chest. She smirked as he did what every man who got his hand so close to her did, groping her breast roughly as his cock hardened in his pants. She wasn't sure what turned her on more, the size of his bulge in the clearly-loose cloth or the fact that he actually managed to stop squeezing her tit and pull his hand away, revealing how rigid her nipples now were. "Nice to meet you, Qui-Gon," she continued, as if she hadn't just **** him to grab a handful of her bust, "you're here for a Hyperdrive?"

"That's right, yes," he Qui-Gon replied, slightly flustered but otherwise keeping his cool, "we were **** to make an emergency Hyperspace jump and the generator burned out." Rey nodded along, then spun on her heel and strutted over to the shop counter. Bending over at the waist and making sure to raise her ass up high, she rummaged around for the ledger she'd need to record the sale in. Swaying her ass from left to right as she searched, she let her tunic ride all the way up to reveal that her tight, puffy pussy was completely bare to the elements - and to the pair's gazes. She abruptly straightened up, ledger in hand, and beckoned them towards the yard at the back of the shop. "A T-14, right? Come on," she smiled, "I'll show you the goods and then we can get down to business."

"You already have," Qui-Gon murmured, almost too low for her to catch. Rey smirked and strutted out, bare ass bouncing with every step as she listened to Qui-Gon nudging the woman back to her senses as the pair followed her. Reaching out with the same strange power - presumably inherited from her father, whoever that may be - that had driven every man and woman she'd ever met wild with lust for her, she felt the woman's desire blazing like a sun and Qui-Gon's desire... strangely muted. Still there, of course, but almost like he was resisting his own lust. Stars, what a man, she thought, licking her lips, I can't wait to make him pop!