Setting: You are at the Jedi temple on courosaunt after a hard fought battle against droid smugglers on Mustafar.
“You faired well out there Ashoka” you say
“Thanks master.” She says respectfully “I’m just happy we beat those stupid smugglers, although I am a little upset that my boots got burnt.”
“Don’t worry we’ll just go to the tailor and get you a new pair.”
As you make your way to the tailor you can’t help but notice how amazing Ashokas feet look in those worn out pantyhose. You start to stare and she looks up at you. You quickly turn away hoping she hadn’t noticed.
“We’re her” you say anxiously
You walk up to the tailor who appears to be working on robes for new Jedi.
“What can I help you with?” Said the frail old tailor whose thick glasses and bushy beard give him a resemblance to Santa but more skinny.
“My padawan here burnt her boots up on mustafar”
“You say that as if it’s my fault.” Says Ashoka jokingly
“Well” says the tailor scratching his show white beard. “I’ll can get those measurements tonight but I’m afraid your boots won’t be ready until tomorrow.”
The tailor takes her measurements and you two head back to your room which you share.
“My feet are killing me.” Says Ashoka weakly “Would you please rub my feet for me master?”
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