A naughty hive of kinks and lewdness

Not too long ago in a sex resort far, far away, I became stranded whilst on a smuggling run when my hyperdrive system failed.

As I made my way through the largest settlement in the system, looking for someone that might be able to supply me with the required parts to get my ship up and running again, I was accosted by a pair of Stormtroopers who wanted to see my papers.

Given that my whole reason for being in such a backwater area of the Outer Rim was to collect vast quantities of high quality lube from this sex resort, which I would then smuggle back into the Inner Core to sell to the organisers of the Galaxy's most infamous orgies, it was not in my best interest to comply with their demands and reveal the illicit nature of my cargo. When I refused to obey their orders, they marched me off to the local Imperial garrison for interrogation.

Luckily for me, these Stormtroopers were rather weak-willed. Weak-willed enough that I was able to manipulate their minds with my Jedi Boob Trick. A quick flash of my puppies just as they were about to take me inside their garrison and they lost all interest in seeing my papers. I was quickly on my way after that.

Not sure where to head after that encounter, I decided to play it safe by stopping by the local cantina. Even if there was no-one there that could help me get my ship operational again, there would surely at least be someone who could point me in the direction of some that could.

It was completely dead inside though. Apart from a few Bith performing on-stage and a bar droid, there was no-one to be seen. Not even any of the Twi'lek dancers that this establishment is apparently well known for in these parts were on duty.

All hope seemed lost. I would be stranded here with my cargo of lube forever and the citizens of the Inner Core would be stuck having to perform unlubricated butt sex. And then a trio of Jawas walked in. What wonder fortune! If anyone could get their hands on what I needed, it would be those little guys.

As I approached them, I once again employed my Boob Trick. I figured that, if they were in a joint like that, they must be fans of boobs. Unless they were more about the lekku... But it was a chance I had to take.

Honestly, I couldn't understand a word they said, but I think my tactic paid off and a deal was struck. After a few minutes of cheerfully gazing at my bare boobies, they scurried off, only to return a few short minutes later with the exact part I needed for my ship. I wasn't going to ask where they got it from...