Comply

Still dressed in her revealing **** costume, Ahsoka tried her best to cover her body as she walked behind the guard. Occasionally a guard would walk the opposite way and check out her body, whistling in appreciation. It disgusted her. Finally they arrived in the throne room, intricately decorated sandstone with walls lined in blue tapestries and the sun shining through the stained glass window behind the throne, elevated above the rest of the room.

There she sat, Queen Miraj Scintel, tall, powerful and beautiful. Her very presence commanded obedience, never minding the numerous guards ready to attack at a moment's notice. With a flick of the hand Miraj summoned Ahsoka forward, and she reluctantly complied, glaring at the Queen meeting her eyes. Once she was only a few steps away the queen struck forward and backhanded Ahsoka across the cheek, forcing her down to the floor. "You will not meet my eyes, stupid disrespectful ****," she spat in a heavy accent.