It's late into the evening hours on Dantooine, and you make your way into the Bar of your uncle, a joint called the Bantha Hide. You've come to collect your uncle's poor slave girl, a blue Twi'lek named Fifi. You've seen her many times now, dressed in a skimpy, transparent fishnet outfit, forced to dance on a pole for the amusement of guests or wait on high-paying clients. She was, no doubt, beautiful, but so clearly miserable. Feeling pity on the Twi'lek slave, you convinced your uncle to gift Fifi to you....

Fifi’s duties seem to have wrapped up for the night. The slave is behind stage, having just finished her routine on the pole. Sad ultramarine eyes, a light embarrassed blush on her light blue cheeks, and her Lekku sway with the slight shiver of her body, moving on their own with little control. Her leash is attached to the wall, keeping her in place. She expects her master to be the one to collect her. Instead the Twi'lek's eyes widen in shock as she sees you arrive. Her freckled nose wrinkles a little as her expression becomes more bashful.

"L-Lorda! M-mohela!"

She gives you a hasty bow of obedience, showing the nephew of her master respect. She speaks in Huttese, unfortunately a language you can't understand aside from a few words. Lorda means Master, you recall. The girl has always been odd around you, even for how miserable she clearly has been. Regardless, you can now deliver her the news and hopefully take her away to a better life...