Sorry, Jaia!

Fennec mumbled a sardonic, "Sorry, Jaia," to herself. She was no fan of selling sentient beings, but there was no way a nude woman with her arms in binders, even a master assassin, was taking on three slavers without winding up in a **** cell herself. So, she pressed against the wall around the corner, motionless and silent, as the slavers collected up the woman and her abandoned shorts. Soon the syndicate enforcer was being **** away, unable to provide even a hint of resistance. It looked like Jaia was destined to become yet one more permanently naked pleasure in the pleasure domes of Nar Shaddaa.

She wasn't sure if the slavers had seen her flee and she certainly wasn't going to wait to see if they were coming back. The bare woman slunk off down one barely-lit passage after another, eager to put as much distance between her and the slavers as she could. She snuck through turns and twists, shivering in the shadows, at every sound. They had all turned out to be dripping water or scurrying rodents, but it was easy to imagine the next noise would be a curious slaver who could easily toss her over his shoulder and port her off to an auction block, like so much naked luggage.

The tunnels beneath the Corellian streets were endless and before long Fennec had completely lost her bearings. She trembled in the cool, damp air as she felt her way along one tunnel after another, many dripping water from their ceilings. Feeling each icy drop trace a slow path down her bare skin was yet another reminder that she was utterly exposed. She pressed her hands to naked breasts with nipples poking like daggers.

Fennec wasn't sure how long she'd been down there or how far she'd traveled when she happened upon a set of twisting stone steps that spiraled upwards.

Up had to be a way out, right?

She crept slowly up the stairs, feeling more than a little jumpy in her current state of helpless undress. Little by little she crept upwards and breathed a sigh of relief to discover it ended in a simple, unmarked door. Reasoning that anyplace had to be better than wandering freezing tunnels filled with syndicates and slavers, she summoned up her courage and went through.