"I'm sorry? Oh, the bag? Nothing important, really..."
"Whats in there?"
She went into the closet to retrieve the bag. She tossed it to him.
"Clothes? I smuggled clothes for you? I thought it was important."
"It is important. I can either wear that, or look like a ball of aluminum foil. And then, Earth would be known as the 'Alabama' of the Universe."
She tossed him a polariod camera.
"Whats this for?"
"Taking pictures, what else?"
"Taking pictures of what?"
"Me. Toss me the bag."
She went behind a screen with her bag, and when she emerged, she was wearing a pair of black leather pants and a small red shirt. Obi-Wan looked stunned.
"What do you think?"
He sat there, and felt his jaw drop.
"Take a picture..." Sarah said smiling.
He took a picture, and she returned to behind the screen. Again, she came out, this time wearing something more conservative. Looking less shocked as before, Obi-Wan snapped another picture and she went back behind the screen.
This time, she was more flirtatious. She came out from behind the screen in a long, crimson dress. She sauntered towards him smiling, posed, acknowledged his innocent smile, and like clockwork, returned to behind the screen.
While she was behind it, she turned on a light behind her, so her shadow was projected upon the screen, and Obi-Wan could make out her shillouette. She slowly shed the dress.
"Hey!" she called.
Obi-Wan shook himself from his trance. "Yes?"
"Come give me a hand..I'm stuck!"
He slowly made his way through the closet to the screen, and carefully walked around to where she was. She was wearing nothing but her undergarnments.
"I can't get it un-hooked."
Looking at her lack of apparel, he wondered what possibly she could be referring to, considering all she had on was...
"Well?"
He hesitantly reached around her, feeling around her back for a hook. She giggled.
"Its in the front" she whispered softly into his ear.
Obi-Wan blushed as his hands returned to his side. In the front? He tried to keep from looking as she smiled at him mischievously.
"Are you going to help or not?"
He cleared his throat softly and attempted to find a way to unhook it, but he didn't touch her. She pulled him closer to her.
"You know," she whispered, "If you stand half-way across the room, you're never gonna get it undone."
He blushed again. Finally, he gained enough courage to place his hands on the small white latch.
"OBI-WAN!"
It was Qui-Gon. Shaken from his almost romantic moment with the beautiful young ambassador, he answered his master.
"Yes Master?"
"Where are you?"
Obi-Wan looked dissapointedly at Sarah.
"You know, I'll wait for you" she whispered.
"I don't know how long it will take." He kissed her softly on the forehead and left.
