Moments after excusing herself to freshen up, Leia took the initiative to get comfortable in a dark corner of her date’s dank, studio apartment.

“Jack,” she purred seductively, recreating a romantic moment from a Hollywood classic, “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls.”

It was all happening so quickly, but the gentleman was happy to oblige. He shuffled through his supplies, eagerly turning the pages of his sketch tablet as his paw fumbled to grasp his trusty charcoal pencil.  This was a sudden, but most definitely welcome, turn of events.

But the mood shifted dramatically as water began seeping its way from underneath the bathroom door.   Jack threw down his tools in a frantic attempt to discover what had caused this sudden deluge.

“What the…?” he asked both emphatically and rhetorically.  “Why is my bathtub overflowing?!?”

But there was a simple explanation.   It seems Leia has a – how shall I put this? – she has a fondness for role playing.  And, more often than not, she takes it to the extreme.