The last year of Fifi's life has been misery. Things were already rough, having been born a slave, but being sold to a Hutt crime lord on Dantooine found her the play thing of a vile creature, the court jester and scandalous concubine rolled up into one. She's forced to dance, dressed in a near transparent fishnet slingshot outfit, and leashed like a dog, forced to accompany her giant slug master on his throne, where he regularly feels her up. One mistake and she's beaten, one slip up and she's paraded before the crowd on all fours. And at night while the Hutt master and his guests are asleep? She's in tears.

And this night seems like no other. Fifi sits on the throne of her master while the Hutt slumbers, trying to keep her distance. She's powerless, teathered to the throne by a chain leash, only able to silently pray for relief from her torment.

"My lor-"

The shouting of a guard came, followed by an explosion. The force made Fifi fall off the throne, a scream escaping her chest. The throne room lit with blaster fire: Rebels, reclaiming the palace and casting out the Hutt Cartel. Her master was dead in an instant, his giant, grotesque body slumping over. All she could do was cover her cone like ears and cry, tears streaming down her face. She shook her head, her Lekku flailing with the motion...

And then it was still. A hand rested on her chin, lifting her head up. The Twi'lek, still on the floor, lifted her head in shock to see a warm smile.

You've just helped free the domain of Gorbo the Hutt and are now face to face with his Twi'lek slave girl. She seems terrified, but notably beautiful. Her blue skin seems to be trembling from the chaos. The Rebel captain in charge, a gruff older man, calls to you.

"Hey! Is everything alright over there?"