First off what are your terms?

"First off what are your terms?" Bastila Snaped. She Looked over her shoulder scanning the room around her. Bastila sighed with relief when she saw that they were still alone.

"No need to be so jumpy miss. We will play best out of 5 since it is 2 games for me and 1 for you I have to win once and you have to win twice." The man informed Bastila. Bastila began to sweat nervously the sweat giving her body a bright sheen. "I see that you are nervous miss. And, that's for good reason after all of you win you get your clothes back and leave. However, if I win you will become my ****.”

‘Should I just throw him into the wall and knock him out. And then take my clothes and run?’ Bastila wondered. But then she remembered that Malak was looking for her and would likely find her if she ran from her current hiding place and if she stayed after she knocked him out whoever this man was waiting for would find her and this would lead to her being caught by Malak aswell.

‘Maybe it’s best to gamble here after all and have a chance of staying or spend a few weeks to a month as his **** and then free myself when the opportunity arises and the sith are no longer on world.’ Bastila reasoned ‘but as his **** I would have to play the part. He could do whatever he wanted with me. Including take my virginity!’ Bastila made and audible gasp at what she was thinking of doing. While Bastila knew that slavers had devices that could suppress a person’s **** abilities she was confident that she could get away quickly once she was a **** that biding her time seemed like the best path forward but Bastila as usual had and itch for risking it and going out on her own terms.