She's spent enough time in Amidala, and so, the hitchhiking bimbo was in search of a kind hearted soul to pick her up and take her away from here. Standing on the right side of the I-47 route, she had her right hand out with her thumb up, gesticulating to the vehicles passing by that she needed a ride. She was chewing her original flavor hubba bubba as she kept her thumb out, listening to some Nirvana to keep her from being bored out of her mind. The summer heat bared down on her shiny skin, but at least her hat shielded her countenance from the rays. How long before someone stops to pick her up? Was she gonna have to flash to get someone's attention? She was not above it, especially since her last romp was two months ago.