Hit the floor

You walk out of your hotel room and see two well build guys in black shirts working security, without a word they lead you onto the floor and the moment the crowd of people see you, you hear the murmuring of all of them worshiping your body. Part lust, part awe, part jealousy, you don't know which but you feel all of it as you smile, greeting several people who yell out to you.

You approach where you are supposed to be at, must be a photo op or something, complete with a huge Jabba the Hutt that you're supposed to lay on. You take your position, laying against it and looking at the crowd gathered and feeling more of the same feelings that you did when you first entered.

You're a goddess. And they are all here, worshiping YOU.