Over towards a small outcropping of rocks and boulders, wicked thoughts playing out in your mind.

Giving in to your wicked thoughts, you allow your path to drift off towards the large rocks. The handmaiden, the droid, and the gungan all just follow you blindly. You reach the rocks and walk into the center of their formation.

"I need a rest," you lie, pretending to breathe heavily like you are tired. You sit down in the shade of the rocks, the sand cool beneath you. The other follow suit.

You look around at the formation of boulders. They almost seem to form a cave-like structure, hiding your group from the elements of the desert, and from any prying eyes.

You glance at your party members.

The droid sits just inside the shade, looking out at the vast desert of the planet. Jar-Jar sits next to the handmaiden, trying to strike up conversation, obviously annoying the shit out of her. Your eyes at last fall upon the handmaiden, the centerpiece of your wicked desires.

She's young. Her baggy clothing hides her body well, but you have a vivid imagination.

"Come sit by me, young handmaiden," you tell her, patting the cool sand next to you, interrupting some bullshit Jar-Jar was speaking.

She sits down next to you, seeming relieved to get away from the gungan. "Thanks."

The wicked thoughts of passion and desire begin to enter your mind again.