He wants to sell you

“The great and honorable master says you will fetch a nice price on the **** markets.” The master’s protocol droid says.
Your heart sank. You thought that if you danced well for him, he would keep you around. Prevent you from being sold to an unknown slaver. But apparently, money is more valuable than you.

Just two weeks later, your master had you brought to a **** auction. When you were brought to the **** pens you quickly discovered that apparently this auction was focused entirely on the sale of Twi’leks. You found fellow members of your race in many different colors. Blue, green, purple, yellow … Except for one, red. No matter how much you searched, you simply could not find a fellow Lethan Twi’lek. Even amoung so many fellow Twi’lek females, you were alone. Before today, you had no idea just how rare someone like you was. No wonder you master wanted to sell you. All of a sudden, you started hoping you’d get sold for a lot of money. Maybe then you would finally get a good estimate for how much your life was worth?

One by one, your fellow Twi’leks are taken away. One by one until you are the last one that remains. Eventually the Trandoshan guards come for you as well. You do not resist as they lead you to the stage. After all, they have weapons and you are wearing shock manacles. It is simply in your best interest to be a good little ****.

Once on the stage you look around the room and saw all of the buyers. Many of them are Hutt’s. Among them are a few Trandoshan lords and then there are also many other wealthy people from many different races. You can only imagine what kind of masters they are or what they are planning to do to the slaves they buy. You are so nervous that you grab your left lekku with both your hands and let them slide down only to grab it again higher up and slide your hand down once more.
“Ladies and gentlemen.” You hear the auctioneer say. “Our last item of the day, and quite possibly one that most of you have been waiting for. A young Lethan Twi’lek female. The only Lethan female of the entire auction. A purebred as well since both her parents were Lethans. On top of which also a very skillful dancer. Look at how large her breasts are. Don't they go well with her lithe frame? Truly a prize to be had. She turned 18 only two weeks ago, so primed and ready for breeding in case you’re interested. And look at how she's grooming her headtail. Clearly a **** who will keep herself pretty just for you. Starting bid begins at 15.000 credits.”

You have never been at a **** auction before, so you have no idea if 15.000 is all lot for a **** or not. But immediately the bids for you start rolling in. One bid, a second, a third, a fourth. Soon they are bidding 20.000 credits for you. As you expected, the bids make you feel valuable. Whomever is willing to pay this much for you, perhaps won’t be so bad as a master. After all, if he is willing to part with so much of his money just for you, it means he must consider you special, right?

Eventually someone stands up and yells “40.000 credits!”
Everybody in the room, including you, turns to look at the person who yelled it.