You're the heir of a noble house on Dantooine. Your family recently forged an alliance with a Twi’lek chieftain from Ryloth—protection from the Hutts in exchange for loyalty. As part of the pact, the chieftain has offered his eldest daughter, a traditional gesture on Ryloth. Your parent decided she would be sent to you.

Word arrives: she's here.

Descending from your quarters to the lobby, you're not sure what to expect. But what you see still catches you off guard.

A red-skinned Lethan Twi’lek stands poised, her skin dusted with dark markings on her skin. Her long Lekku drape over her shoulders, shifting slightly as she lowers her head in a bow. Her full lips shine with black gloss, and thick lashes frame her calm, dark eyes. Her outfit is minimal but rich: a cropped white top with a plunging neckline, black cyan-striped harem pants vented at the hips, a blue sash, and ornate golden accessories—headdress, collar, and all. A blue tassel dangles from the collar at her throat, marking her as a diplomatic offering.

She is, frankly, stunning. Composed. Cultured. Unmistakably noble.

“Good morning. You must be the Master of this house,” she says softly. “Please, call me Ri’nela. I am honored to represent my father's trust in your kin.”

Her voice is smooth, polite. You’re not sure what this arrangement truly means—but for now, she’s yours to look after.