>"No Anakin. Even after secretly crossing oceans of stars together to rendezvous at my lush home planet far away from the prying eyes of your religious order and my senatorial duties where we spent the day running in verdant green fields, rolling and laughing in the grass and swimming in crystal waters, even after a private romantic dinner at a idyllic lakeside villa, and even now in this tranquil dark room, next to this soft fire lighting me in a warm ethereal glow, with my tight supple body agonizingly writhing in desire just mere inches away from you as my pheromones enrapture every essence of your heightened Jedi senses, just practically begging for you to envelope me in your immense arms and consume me in mad, carnal animal passion, you still can't have me. Not my heaving breasts, not my blatant subconscious desire for you to choke me until my eyes roll so back into my skull I literally see the face of the Naboo gods but all I can manage to say to them when I try to speak comes out as nothing but inane babble in moaning, primal grunts. No Anakin, you're a Jedi and I'm a senator. I am so dedicated to my political duties that I even plucked my pubic hair into the shape the Republic emblem tonight, but no, you're never going to see that. We would be living a lie, like how I'm lying about how I am totally not wearing one of those vibrating LED butt-plug; its light matches the colour of your lightsaber. I'm so sorry about your feelings about all this, even now I regret programming R2 to record our now not-happening love making session so he could play it back for us in a 3D hologram, I shouldn't have put him up to that. Oh Anakin, I hope you understand. If you'll excuse me, I will now retire. That fruit you fed me earlier has given me some mad indigestion and I wouldn't want to relieve myself by passing gas in front of you. I'm now going to my quarters to sleep in nothing but this rare, black Nubian silk high cut see-through thong and matching negligee. Alone."
