Han looked across the table. "What do you think, Red?" He was referring to Leia's neon-colored hair - now almost down to her collar after being shaved off during a decon alert on Duro last year. Along with a blastback pilot's jacket and stretchtight flight suit she could still pull off, the temporary dye job was part of her smuggler's-moll disguise.

[SKINTIGHT HOOKER DISGUISE! Later:]


"Really?" The Weequay turned to Leia again, half leering and half appraising. "This your new captain?"

Han looked hurt. "I'm captain. She's the mate."

"You might say that." Leia glared across the table at her husband. "On a good day."

The Weequay laughed heartily, then surprised Leia by reaching under the table to lay a meaty hand on her knee. "The next time you have a bad day, come over and see me on the Sweet Surprise. I'm the mate there, but you can have any post you want."

[ALL THE MAN-BEINGS WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH LEIA AND STICK THEIR HANDS ON HER!]

"And so will Han's," Leia said, joining them. She was disguised as a Falleen female, with a face covered in fine green scales, beads and combs adorning her long hair, and a spiny dorsal ridge showing through her shape-hugging jumpsuit. "How do I look?"

"Good-great, even." Han flashed a lustful smile, openly admiring the athletic figure Leia was developing under Saba's rigorous training regimen. "Maybe we have time to-"

"What happened to getting our clearance to enter the war zone?" Leia interrupted. She pushed past him, shaking her head. "At least I know the artificial pheromones are working."

Han followed her aft, fairly certain that it wasn't the pheromones he was reacting to. He and Leia had been married for nearly thirty years, and not a day passed when he still did not ache for her.

[HOT BOD! SEX-OBJECT DISGUISE! SHE PROVOKES RAMPANT HORNINESS! Later:]


"Not aloud." Leia turned around and gave him a sly reptilian grin that he found rather ... stirring.

[MORE HORNINESS! Later:]


Han nodded to Leia, who went over to the base of the weapon and began a carefully rehearsed sales pitch in the sultry-if completely artificial-voice of a Falleen.

"The economical Magcannon Max delivers a planetary defense-grade firepower in a self-contained package. With a fully shielded housing and an internal sensor suite, this naughty girl can find a bombarding Star Destroyer as easily as she can spill its guts."

Leia flashed a winsome Falleen smile, then turned to lead the way toward the weapon's giant, telescoping barrels.

[WORK DAT SEX APPEAL. Later:]


She gave him a coy smile-then felt a small vibration between her shoulder blades as her disguise reacted to her exp​ression and dispensed a shot of attraction pheromones. A sparkle of lust immediately came to Han's eyes, and he cast a longing glance back toward the Swiff.

"Easy, boy!" Leia hissed. "Later."

"Okay." Even in his Arkanian disguise, Han looked crestfallen. "Will you wear the costume?"

[HOT LEIA! MAKIN' ALL THE MEN HORNY! WE MUST KNOW MORE ABOUT HER SEX LIFE!]

"Yeah, that, too," Han said. He winked at Leia. "But mostly I'm looking forward to playing pirate again."

"All you had to do was ask," Leia replied sweetly. "I'm always happy to clap you in leg irons, flyboy."

"Okaaaay," Jaina said, feeling herself blush. "We really don't need to hear more-at least I don't."

[YEAH LIGHT BONDAGE SEX TALK IN FRONT OF THE DAUGHTER! HOT SAUCY LEIA! Later:]



Once Jaina was sufficiently hidden in the crowd, she made her way to within a few meters of a sultry Codru-Ji female who had males of all species stealing furtive glances. The woman's outfit-a daring mini-vest-and-clingpant combo-was part of a hide-in-plain-sight strategy, the kind of thing that anyone who knew the stately Leia Organa Solo would be shocked to see her wearing. Even more shocking, at least to Jaina, was the throng of admirers that her mother could still attract . . . and she felt fairly certain that the prosthetics and makeup did not have all that much to do with it.

Jaina caught her mother's eye, then flicked her gaze toward one of the medwagons that had arrived to gather the GAG casualties Ben and Shevu had left scattered across the plaza. Leia nodded and shot a flirty smile at a red-skinned Devaronian who had been dipping his brow horns in her direction, then sent a teasing brow flash toward a blue-faced Duros whose red eyes had remained fixed on her for a good five seconds. She put on a sad little pout and waved good-bye to both, then started to work her way through the crowd toward the medwagon Jaina had indicated.

They met at the circle of gawkers surrounding the vehicle. Jaina kept her eyes on the two Rodians being loaded into the patient compartment by MD droids, but her attention was on her mother.

"You've got half the males in the plaza standing on their tongues," she whispered. "I hope Dad doesn't know how you act when you're dressed like that."

"Of course he knows," Leia replied. "He loves it when I dress like this."

Jaina tried not to imagine her father leering at her mother in that outfit and failed miserably. "Thanks for that picture. I knew there was a reason I don't travel with you guys much."

Leia chuckled. "You ought to-maybe you'd learn to dial down the gravity setting a little," she said. "You need to give your alter ego room to play in these situations. That's the best way to make it work for you."

[THIS IS THE JACKPOT. EVERYTHING AT ONCE. HOT HOT HOOKER DISGUISE! SEXY SEXY SEXY SIXTY-YEAR-OLD LEIA AND HER HOT BOD MAKING THE ENTIRE GALAXY HORNY! LEIA LOVES FLIRTING WITH RANDOM STRANGE MEN! IT TURNS HER ON! IT TURNS HAN ON! UNNECESSARY SEX LIFE DETAILS! SEX LIFE DETAILS AND SEXY ADVICE TO DAUGHTER WHO IS JEALOUS OF HER SEXINESS! LEIA HAS A SEXY SEXY ALTER EGO THAT IS JUST BEGGING TO BE LET OUT!]