Gustav Klimt Kiss painting

Han leaned out the lounge's large bay window to take in the panoramic view ofCloud City. The sight was breathtaking, even to such a jaded star jockey. Hewatched the flying cloud cars weave between the towering buildings, then lookeddown to see the people moving through the networks of streets below. The cool,clean air swept against his face, and, at least for the present, he felt as if he didn'thave a care in all the universe. A door behind him opened, and he turned to see Princess Leia standing in theentranceway to her apartment. She was stunning. Dressed in red with acloud-white cloak flowing to the floor, Leia looked more beautiful than Han had everseen her. Her long, dark hair was tied with ribbons and it softly framed her oval face.And she was looking at him, smiling at his astounded expression. "What are you staring at?" she asked, beginning to blush. "Who's staring?" "You look silly," she said, laughing. "You look great." Leia looked away in embarrassment. "Has Threepio turned up yet?" she asked,