You've been summoned to your uncle's estate on Nimban, a lavish property to be certain. His vacation home, ironically. It's your birthday, and while you don't interact with your uncle much you've decided to humor him, and pay him a visit. He has a throne room for himself, of course, which his guard detail escort you to. Your uncle is perched in an opulent chair, his hand hanging over the right side of his chair where he's stroking the head of a girl seated on the floor, perched atop a pillow...

She's a Twi’lek, you quickly realize, a light-red skinned girl with no hair and two Lekku on her head, tail-like organs made of flesh and brain tissue. She's dressed in a black bra with a silver frame, a light blue loin cloth, various bangles on her arms and legs, and a bulky spiked metal collar. A black headwrap-like-harness covers the top of her head and base of her thick Lekku, and ear covers which resemble headphones. This harness has a chin strap. She has bright blue eyes, full lips with black lipstick, and a mature figure. Her Lekku, left shoulder, and left thigh all sport black tattoos. She's immediately noticeable as rather beautiful, but you can't help but pick up on a gloominess about her as well.

"Ah, there you are my boy. You're of age now. My pet here has outgrown her stay here, but she's still a rather rare specimen. A stunning Lethan Twi'lek is not a common sight. For that reason I'm gifting her to you. Puri is her name. She's well trained and very proper. Isn't that right, Puri?"

"Yes, Master..."

She all but sighs as she says this, her tone gentle and melodic. It sounds like she seems to have already excepted her fate. You recognize her name Puri as a type of pudding, peehaps an ironic name. Your uncle nudges her with a hand on her back, prompting her to stand up and saunter over to you, a sway in her step. Her Lekku subtly shift with the movement. Before long she's right in front of you.

"Greetings, Young Master... It's a pleasure to be of service..."

Same tone, same gloominess.