Through the city

Drash crawled along the rooftop as best she could, face warm. She could hear voices now, hear the constant sound of footsteps, well aware she wasn't nearly as isolated as she had been back at the palace. She just relied on the fact people so rarely looked up.

Still, she tried to keep out of sight. There was an odd dome in the center of the rooftop, which she didn't want to crawl over for reasons of altitude and comfort, leaving her on the flatter outter edges; it was closer to the street than she wanted to be, particular as the dome widened and she was pushed out closer to the edge. A leg drifted out over the edge; quickly, she pulled it back, holding her breath.

She shouldn't be hearing that many voices while she was naked. Drash was happy to just make that a general statement. She wasn't even that far into the town yet.

Carefully, Drash leaned down further; when the circular dome reached its widest point, it came almost to the edge of the rooftop. She crawled as quickly as she could over the slant, scrambling to make it to where the circle drew further in again, curling up further in on the corner, breathless and hoping no one saw.

That was building one. Drash gulped, looking ahead - while she much preferred the quiet of the rooftops to the bustle of the streets below, she'd pick being dressed over both options.

There was a gap before the next roof. Drash crawled closer to the edge, head peering over, before she quickly snatched her head back.

Yep. People there too. Mos Espa was always active during the day, a myriad groups and traders and workers wandering the streets. Drash drew back, then, seeing no other option, got into a crouching position. She swallowed, and making a conscious effort to not make a noise, stood up just enough to run at the edge of the rooftop.

She leapt, arm flailing to one side, legs bare, flashing the street below her as she leapt over the gap. She landed with a thud on the other roof, heart pounding again, face still burning, just hoping no one had looked up at that moment.

This roof was flatter, thankfully. She kept in a more central position, trying to crawl more silently to make up for the crash of her landing. She heard a few murmurs, a few surprised reactions in a multitude of languages, hopefully just to the noise.

Still, she didn't want to linger. Doing the best she could to navigate the city from this new perspective, Drash re-oriented herself.

She halfway-stood ahead, preparing for another running jump, this time over a longer gap. Bracing herself, she started, and leapt...

And slipped at the last moment, falling short and landing on a raised balcony. Then, she very distinct reactions, cries and surprised multi-lingual exclamations, as she reached up and tried to pull herself up onto the next rooftop. She was higher than the street, her one saving grace that they couldn't see her face; Drash managed to pull herself up, cheeks blazing as she wrenched up ass up out of view.

She didn't dare slow down then, mortified, as she pulled herself along the next rooftop. She'd glanced back on instinct for just a moment, to see the typical, crowded Mos Espa street; a sea of strangers who'd seen her butt.

The actual legality of public nudity on Tatooine was a strange thing. Core worlds had the time to go over every conceivable alien species, learn norms and associations of various body parts. Worlds like Tatooine, though, usually didn't have lawmakers who cared enough to account for the species for whom clothing was the norm, those for whom it was ceremonial, and those for whom it just wasn't a thing. Given that the predominant authority until recently had been a naked slug, nudity was technically completely allowed, but modesty still ruled even with that law.

Drash leapt the next gap, making extra sure that time to cross it, her hand over the gap between her legs out of paranoia. It felt inadequate, but she wanted to do more than flail.

The next house had a skylight, a glass circle in the middle of the rectangular surface, wide enough that there was no way across the roof without going over the glass. Drash gulped.

She did the best she could, keeping towards the edges and crawling forwards. Still, the hubbub from the street brought a blush to her cheek. When she couldn't go any further, she risked a glanced over the gap, her right side almost hanging over the edge of the rooftop as it was.

It was some kind of dining area. Drash vaguely remembered walking by it on ground level; she knew where she was, she'd even snacked there a few times. She'd just never given the decor much thought. The glass skylight, to let the light of the suns in, lit several dozen tables, most of which occupied and with more visitors just walking through.

Not seeing any choice, Drash tentatively pressed her hand to the glass- she was fairly sure it would take her weight, but she wanted to check. The last thing she wanted was to fall nude into a restaurant.

Then she crawled. She couldn't go as fast as she wanted, on one hand and two knees, but she had a half dozen meters to cross before she was back on opaque stone.

What she didn't account for, was the sound of squeaking. Her knees rubbed on the glass, the friction producing a sound that immediately drew dozens of eyes upwards, to see Drash's breasts and bare legs through the window.

Her eyes went wide. Instinct made her try to cross her arm over her breasts, only for that to make her lose her balance and slips, legs falling out as she fell flat onto the skylight. A yelp escaped her lips, and she pushed herself back up onto all-threes, suddenly aware that the diners had seen everything - messy brown hair, her blushing face, her generous breasts pressed up against the glass, and the mismatched blonde triangle that adorned her core.

She scrambled as best she could, unable to salvage much dignity at all, as she crossed over the skylight. Already, she heard more voices, mor purposeful sounds from the street below.

Word spread to the crowd, and people shifted, for the first time with a reason to look up; Drash curled up on the rooftop, but knew that she wasn't home yet.

When she next made the jump over the alley, she could feel people staring, every inch of her pale, flailing body there for them to see as she leapt the gap.