You're on the planet Dantooine, within the dusty palace of Gorbo the Hutt. You have business with the Hutt, finding yourself standing before the slug-like, legless, fat and bloated being perched atop his large stone dias, the platform that serves as his throne. His beady eyes narrow in on you. To his side, seated on her knees upon the dusty floor, is probably the most beautiful thing you've ever seen...

She's a Twi’lek, a blue skinned woman with no hair and two Lekku on her head, tail-like organs made of flesh and brain tissue. She has soft blue eyes, full lips, and a mature, curvy figure. She's dressed in a fully transparent bra and loin cloth, and a silver headdress/harness typical of Twi'leks, with covers over her cone-shaped ears. She has lush eyelashes and a body covered in freckles, primarily her face, shoulders, hips, chest, and Lekku. A dark grey collar with a chain leash is clamped to her neck. Her clothes are fully transparent, showing that she clearly has nothing below them. The poor young woman has positioned herself to have her back facing her master, her leash in the bloated Hutt's hand. She's mute, unknown to all but the Hutt.

Gorbo lets out a booming laugh when you approach the dias. His criminal lackeys and gamorrean guards, scattered about the throne room, all seem to shift their focus to you. The Twi'lek dancer spares you a glance, her Lekku swaying limply as she does, but is quick to make her presence meek and reserved.

"So... what have we here..."

The Hutt addresses you directly, a strange visitor in his court. It's time to state your business.