What's next?

Running from the restaurant

Padme gasped for breath in shock, anger and humiliation as she sat on the floor in a puddle of cooling bathwater. Her long limbs and smooth skin shiny with damp, hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. Her only cover was a thin layer of scented bubbles, which even as she watched in horror were popping and evaporating rapidly, revealing more and more of her soft pink body.

Around her, people and all species of aliens were watching in fascination at the surprise dinner show unfolding before them.

"Who is that?!" one exclaimed.

"She looks familiar, give me a minute..."

Padme knew she had to move fast, before anyone realised it was her and her political career was ruined. She clambered to her feet, skidding in the water, and threw her hands around herself as she ran for the exit.

She made it only a few steps before tripping, she just glimpsed a trolley full of sweets and cakes before she barrelled headlong into it, falling to the floor again but this time in a shower of cream, fruit and crumbs rather than bathwater. Her face planted straight into one particularly large white confection.

Laughter echoed all around her at the unexpected display of clowning they were being treated to. Padme looked up, wiping cream from her eyes but stopping just short of clearing the rest of her face. Her only hope was to get out of this place without being recognised, so maybe her accidental pratfall was her best way of doing that.

Face still obscured by a smashed dessert but her body revealed bar the tiny portions she could cover with her hands, Padme got up and ran to the exit again, breasts bouncing and buttocks jiggling all the way.