NAME_1 NAME_2 was part of a delegation on a distant alien world, negotiating trade agreements with the local inhabitants. As she walked through the bustling marketplace, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of discomfort in her lower abdomen. Despite her best efforts to hold it in, she knew that she was going to have to find a bathroom soon or risk causing a diplomatic incident.

She frantically searched for a place where she could relieve herself without causing any embarrassment. But everywhere she looked, she saw crowds of people milling about, chatting and bartering for goods. She couldn't risk being seen by any of the locals, especially not in such a vulnerable position.

NAME_1's desperation grew as her bladder filled more and more. She couldn't remember the last time she had been in such discomfort, and she was starting to worry that she might actually wet herself. She continued to search for a private spot, her eyes darting around the marketplace for any sign of a bathroom or even just a quiet corner.

Finally, she spotted a small alleyway tucked between two stalls. She quickly ducked into it, relieved to find that it was empty. With a sigh of relief, she let down her trousers and squatted behind a crate, hoping that no one would notice her. She let out a strong jet of urine, grateful for the release.

She was making water, and almost jumped as she suddenly heard a voice asking "what are you doing?". She turned her head around to see one of the locals standing over her as she relieved herself, conf