Dance for the bloated criminal

You never were much of a daring escape type of woman. Discretion is the better part of saving your sweet ass and all that. You swallow your pride and begin to do your best Allurian hip-dance. Truth be told it's not very good. Your breasts jiggle plenty, but you've spent more time watching the pretty Allurians do the dance, not practicing it yourself. You sway from side to side and run your hands up and down your body. It's awkward and your face reddens with shame, but you keep it up, trying the whole while not to look at Scugg's leering face. Music begins to play from speakers along the sides of the room and Scugg's laughter echoes through the chamber.

You close your eyes to the humiliation and turn around, bending at the waist to show your bikini-clad butt to the slimy **** trader. His laughter grows louder and as you turn you are nearly pulled over. Scugg is winding the chain around one of his flabby arms and yanking you closer and closer. You thump against his moist body. It's covered in a mucus-like slime that sticks to your arm.

With surprising strength Scugg hauls you up and onto his throne. He pulls you against his bloated body and the pink shovel of his tongue emerges from his mouth. It licks up and over your bikini-covered breasts, along your neck, and covers your face in his stinking spit.

Scugg laughs at your cry of disgust. He speaks loudly, eyes rolling in the fleshy hill of his head, and the Vixian translates.

"Scugg orders all **** girls must undress and bathe him."

The other two **** girls get up and reluctantly approach you. As they do you notice a little bit of dancing would take you over to a rack of blaster rifles kept near Scugg's throne. It would be fairly simple to break way and grab one before Scuggs could react.

Or you could do as he says and undress and bathe his massive, bloated body