Spiked tea

Padmé and her three handmaidens walked with Jalora into a room in her office building for receiving guests. The room was large enough for ten people to sit comfortably, but there were only six counting the other Themirans. One of those women poured them all a cup of fine tea. Jalora drank first, and the Naboo started to drink after her.

Padmé talked about the trade benefits and security assistance they would get by returning to the Republic. Not only did the Themiran officials seem unimpressed, she and her handmaidens were getting hot. Really hot. Ice water helped at first, but in a matter of minutes Versé asked to be taken somewhere to cool down, and was obliged by one of the Themirans. Dormé asked a minute later and was taken too. Sabé tried to stay, waiting it out with her friend, but eventually she needed to rest too, and was taken to another room.

The heat kept building in Padmé. She could see Jalora staring lustfully at her. Eventually, the local woman stood from her chair and walked around the table to Padmé. “You’re so beautiful.” She said, rubbing her shoulders from behind. “It’s a shame you’re not one of us.”

“I don’t... why?” Padmé asked, panting and trying to control herself.

“We’ve been singled out from the galaxy for all our history. Now war threatens us for no reason but the greed of outsiders. The galaxy is changing. Perhaps we can take power for ourselves once it’s done. But first, I’m going to enjoy myself.

“With you.”