TPM:That's enough fun with the servants, time to get what you came here for.

From Create Your Own Story

You wipe your dick off on a scrap of cloth left over from one of the handmaiden's clothes and then pull your pants back on. The whole purpose of your mission to this desert shithole was to find this Queen Amidala and bring her back to Naboo so that she could sign the treaty legalizing the Trade Federation's occupation of her planet. A cruel grimace crosses your face, being forced to kneel to a bunch of spineless Neimoidians would be nearly as humiliating for that little bitch as you stripping off her stupid gown.
A snarl of annoyance bursts from your lips as you re-enter the main hold where you had left the queen earlier, only to find it empty- the stupid girl has run off! You stalk into the forward hold-nothing. Anger growing, you open the doors to the Royal quarters with a twist of the force and find the lavish bedroom empty. You turn back, fuming quietly to yourself as you try to work out where she could have run off to. The ship is in space! Where the hell does she think she can go?! A faint pang of worry stabs at your gut as you wonder if she might have reached one of the tiny escape-pods, but a glance at a control panel on the wall tells you that both of them are still docked to the ship. You huff through your nose as you try and recall the brief glance you took of the Royal starship's schematics before you set off on your mission. Glancing at the large elevator built into the middle of the ship, you remember the places it goes to, the cockpit above you, and then below you- the droid bay!
Of course the daft little slut would try and hide in the tiny space of the droid bay, thinking it was a refuge when really there was no escape for her in there.

Grinning like a predator that's sighted prey, you move into the elevator and punch the icon for the droid bay. When the doors open however, your smile fades. The tiny droid bay is utterly devoid of anything approaching life, aside from the empty shells of several dissembled astromechs piled in the corner. With a snarl of frustration, you flick your wrist and send the empty droids flying across the room with a deafening clatter. So loud is the noise that you miss the initial sound of the elevator's doors opening and only realize that something is wrong when they clunk shut.

You wheel around, suddenly horribly aware that you've forgotten your lightsaber, to see the brown-haired handmaiden standing there, still naked and her eyes fixed on you.

Before you can react, she lunges towards you and:

TPM(RP): She kisses you on the mouth.
TPM(HP): She punches you in the mouth.

Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga
Character:
Darth Maul

Setting:
The Phantom Menace