SW:CES:TPM/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Tatooine/Meditate in the Royal Starship/Continue meditating
You've silenced greater voices than one noble's primal urges; you simply have to work harder and they will disappear.
Standing, you begin running through the Force forms your Master has taught you, adopting the numerous poses that help channel the Force through your body. Although the exercise is tiring, relying both on physical movement and mental focus, the nagging in your mind doesn't go away. You try to block the Queen from your mind, but her prim, painted face continues to dog your every whirl and spin across the deck. Further, with your senses extended, you begin to notice similar feelings from elsewhere on the ship. Trying to pin-point the sensations, you realize the Queen's handmaidens are also projecting their lusts.
Your head is heavy with the passionate voices, and you're feeling the strain of your exercising. Your limbs feel thick and sluggish, and you're sweating beneath your woolen robes. Thoughts whirling through your mind, you suddenly lose your balance at pitch to the deck.
Everything goes dark.
When you awaken, you feel much lighter and freer. Your heart is no longer pumping madly, and you feel warm, relaxing sensations all over your body. Focusing your bleary vision, you find multiple sets of small hands diligently rubbing your body—your naked body, divested of everything including your boots.
You're on a bed—likely the Queen's—surrounded by handmaidens in equal states of undress as they massage and tease your body under their warm and soft fingers. Some are fondling themselves, and each other.
"We are glad to see you awake, Master Jedi." The voice of the Queen, coming from the end of the bed. She is naked too, kneeling on the thick royal sheets between your legs, gently running her hands along the insides of your thighs. "We were so worried about you. I hope we can help you recuperate."
With that, she reaches your dick and begins stroking around its base, causing you to grow hard. Her hands slide along the length of your growing shaft, beginning to work your hot flesh with passion.
The whole situation is nearing sensory overload. What will you do?