With Embarrassment

A new heat, the searing heat of humiliation, washed over the two women's bodies. What were they doing? And how could they have forgotten there was a group standing there?

They broke their grapple and looked for a place to flee in their embarrassment, with no such luck. Fleeing down the alley would take them into the group of gawking vendors and fleeing out of it would take them into the crowded market. So they were stuck, standing there in indecision between two horrible options.

The situation was made worse because neither woman was willing to take a hand off of the blaster pistol, leaving only one hand free to preserve whatever shreds of dignity remained. They crossed their legs and crouched, alternating between pulling their one spare arm across their bare breasts or pressing it between their legs, managing to shield little to nothing. So there they stood, fidgeting half-covered. Unwilling to meet the men's scrutinizing gaze, they stared at the ground like chastised children, feeling about half a Jawa tall.

"Oh stars," Fennec hissed, "I can't cover myself!"

"Then let go of the blaster," Jaia hissed back.

"You let go."

"No. You let go!"

Skill and decorum forgotten in their panic, the pair of women quickly fell into a writhing tug of war that accomplished nothing but setting naked tits and asses bouncing to the hoots and whistles of amused Pantorans.

They were greatly amused... until one of them accidentally discharged a blaster bolt. The men hit the ground, taking cover behind their carts and boxes. That shot was going to attract no end of attention they didn't want! In desperation, she punched Jaia's hand and sent the gun tumbling. It hit the ground and discharged again into a wall.

The blue-skinned merchants fled the alley in a panic. The women had to dive away from the carts they shoved straight at them and out into the bazaar beyond. Fennec watched as one man kicked the pistol. It rebounded off a dumpster, summersaulting through the air.

"Dank farrik!" Fennec cussed as the flying weapon aligned itself to perfectly slide between the bars of the drainage grate in the concrete.

The assassin spun to retrieve the pile of clothes on her way out, only to discover they'd disappeared in the chaos. Whether scooped up or knocked into the gutter didn't matter. They were gone.

Worse, was the growing commotion in the marketplace. Most were running away from the sounds of blaster fire. A few adventurous sorts were running towards it, and soon a squad of Corellian security **** would be in this alley followed by reports and pictures and people taking images of their own, and here they were standing here wearing nothing but the night air. Her mouth hung open. In no time their faces, and every other part of their bodies, would be all over the holo-net.

The two sky clad women exchanged wide-eyed looks.

As Fennec had observed, embarrassed nude females prefer to run away instead of causing problems. The pair fled down the dark alley.