"wait, I really need some credits"

you say, trying to prevent him from leaving without giving you anything for your journey here.

He studies your dripping, slime covered body, and you try to make yourself look seductive despite the get-up. To your surprise, he catches your drift, dismisses the guards, and guides you to a back alley behind the bar.

He grips your wrist as he throws you to the ground.

"Stupid little slut," he says, "Jabba's gonna be furious that I don't have this box. And he's gonna make me pay for it."

He begins to undo his robes, and a throbbing, pale member emerges in your face.

"You fucked everything up, you know that?" his angry visage morphs into a twisted look of greed. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless you piece of space trash."

He sticks his thumb in your mouth, propping it open before plunging his thick member inside.

"That's a good little whore. Show your obedience, and you might escape my wrath," Fortuna purrs, the threat lingering in the dimly lit alleyway. The pale Twi'lek relishes in the control he wields over your fate as you take more of him between your lips, feeling the smoothness of his cock glide along the top of your tongue.

To emphasize his power over you, Fortuna grabs your hair, guiding you to take him deeper. The mottled pale skin of his leathery thighs looms over you as you submit to his command. Lying on the floor, you realize just how powerless you are before this angry twi'lek.

The Twi'lek's loins are exposed, his ballsack begins to oscillate as he pushes in and out of your open mouth. You look up at him with beautiful, blinking eyes as he smiles cruelly, taking your face for his pleasure. You look away, at his navel, trying to deny him the pleasure of defiling such a beautiful woman such as yourself. But it is still the reality of this situation.

As you fight your gag reflex and take him deeper into your mouth, Fortuna's lekku twitch with glee. The pale Twi'lek revels in your compliance, his cold fingers intertwining with your hair, coercing you into a rhythm that aligns with his perverse desires. There's a cruel satisfaction etched across his face.

His member withdraws from your mouth for but a moment, and he looks down at you with possessive desire.

"Beg for my cum, little whore, and call me your Master," he says with biting lust. His insecurities might be laid bare, but you can tell you still need to comply to get out of this situation unharmed.