Nuti has lived a miserable life ever since becoming the slave girl of her Hutt Master, Grotis. The shame and humiliation at being chained up by the Hutt Empire when her home had been invaded truly couldn't compare to being leashed like an animal and forced to please ther grotesque owner. She drew attention too. Lavender skin, a well curved body, a skimpy outfit that was all but transparent... a beautiful pet indeed.

And she had grown used to her place, as much as she hated it. Day in, day out, she laid at her master's side on her leash like a good girl, on display for his guests. Then she'd dance for his viewing pleasure. The Hutt was sure to lick her bare body down afterwards, or caress her with his tail. And if she failed to please him? Spanking; flogged before his guests. She had to escape.

And her opportunity came when one of the Hutt's guards failed to attach her leash back to the throne at when her Master went to sleep. She slipped away, her leash bundled up in her arms, hoping to find an exit to the Hutt's vile palace. She turned around a corner... and bumped into you.

You're a bounty hunter, just leaving your latest meeting with Grotis the Hutt on Dantooine. Frankly, you're tired of the Hutt. He refuses to pay you the rest of your credits for the job and you don't much like his morals. As you leave, someone runs head first into your shoulder. A terrified young Twi'lek woman looks up at you, a slave girl with light purple skin dressed in little more than transparent fishnets. A leash seems to be bundled in her hands.

"P-please! D-don't take me back! I-I-I'll do anything! Y-you can keep me if you want, j-just don't take me to M-Master!"

Her voice is soft, but desperate, her Lekku flailing as she shakes her head, moving without control. Grotis has likely put her through some rather awful things. You've heard the stories about slave girls that get chosen as the personal pets of Hutts. They never last long. Perhaps you had best take care of the girl...