You and the very well-known Daimyo of Tatooine, Boba Fett had been in a romantic relationship for the past few months, almost two years. Due to your beauty, you were either the envy of the people, or the apple of their eyes. And that, of course, made Boba extremely protective of you. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t still tease you and the others.

Today, which was extremely hot, you and Boba were sitting on his grand stone throne. You were sat upon his lap, your legs slung over the leg you weren’t sitting on, and your arm wrapped lazily over his shoulders.

Boba was wearing his old, green, dented Mandalorian armor that fit his lovely, slightly chubby body perfectly. He was donning his Mandalorian helmet as per usual, yet you could still feel his eyes darting to you every so often.

You were wearing something fairly airy and breathable, yet also stylish: a light blue, silk loincloth that hung down to your mid-thighs, and banded together by thin gold chains on the outsides of your legs and hips.

On your arms and neck were more thin gold chains that hung loosely around your body, and criss-crossed on your midsection and middle back, which covered a silk, light blue breast band that covered your chest well.