One year ago, you had gone to the bar of your Uncle, a business called the Bantha Hide, located on Dantooine. You went that day to collect a young woman, a Twi'lek slave girl named Ume. You had seen her many times—a light blue-skinned woman with no hair and two lekku trailing gracefully from her head, tail-like organs made of flesh and brain tissue. She had soft blue eyes, full lips, skin covered in freckles, and a mature, curvy figure. She was, without a doubt, beautiful, but just as clearly, she had been miserable. She was forced to entertain the patrons of the bar and clearly was not happy to do so. Feeling a deep sense of pity for the Twi'lek slave, you had convinced your uncle to gift Ume to you.

Now, after having freed her and taken her with you off of Dantooine aboard your ship, Ume has become very close to you. She is still shy, and easily flustered, but her days are happy now. With so much new to see, the young woman awaits each day with excitement.

You wake up and head to the kitchen of your ship, where you find Ume diligently cooking. She is dressed in her preferred outfit, a white bikini top, black skin-tight pants, a white sash around her waist, and a pair of black sandals. The silver collar on her neck, once the mark of slavery, no longer has a leash hanging off of it. Instead an ornately engraved neck bell sits there instead, an ornament Ume chose to symbolize her freedom. Of course, she still wears the headdress with white rounded ear covers, typical of Twi'lek attire. The young woman turns as you walk in, her light blue eyes seeming to sparkle. She gives an eager bounce, her Lekku swaying with the motion of her head.

"Y-Young Master! G-good-morning!"

Young Master is the name she called you when your Uncle owned her. She seems to continue to use it as a sign of respect. Even with a little stammer here and there, she sounds much happier then when you took her away from that bar.

"I-I made breakfast!"

She chirps this proudly, presenting you with her cooking. It's a plate of malformed, but importantly not burnt pancakes. They may not be circular, but they are clearly edible. Impressive for someone who has only been cooking for a few weeks. There seem to be two plates ready for the both of you, which she carries out to your dinner table.

"Were we going anywhere today, Young Master?"