I stand on a podium, my body is barely covered in a dirty cloth. A heavy and cold chain around my neck. My feet hurt and I need to hold back tears. The slave trader yells "500.000 credits for this virgin Twi'lek girl, not even 18 of age!" over and over again.

I see you coming over, you were Mandalorian armor, have dark hair and stunning black eyes. You stop and look at me, I blush as you look at my almost naked body, not allowed to cover up