Niima the Hutt

A guard watched her lazily, holding a crude ax made from scrap metal, as Rey tapped her foot impatiently. Her skin tingled all over from scrubbing it with sand, but she was sure she could still smell remnants of Crolute cum. Hopefully it was just her imagination.

There was a knock on the door, and the guard opened it. A servant droid entered, saying, "The generous Niima the Hutt will see you now. Follow me please."

Anxiously, Rey jumped to her feet and scurried after it. It led her through an elaborate series of corridors welded together from enormous plates of scrap cut from a star destroyer. Finally, it brushed aside a curtain, and Rey entered after him.

The first things she noticed were the two scantily-clad women on small pedestals on either side of the room. One was almost human, differentiated only by bright red skin and exceptional curves, while the other was of a species that Rey didn't recognize, with light grey skin and a ring of small horns around the crown of her head. Each of them danced and twisted in ways that mesmerized her with the movement of their curves.

Behind them, an enormous, deep blue, slug-like creature reclined on a dais in the center of the room. Two large, turquoise eyes studied her carefully. A large, horizontal gash opened below the eyes, and it took a moment before Rey realized it was a mouth. A deep, sonorous rumble emanated from the creature, and Rey recognized that it was speaking Huttese, although she had no idea what was being said.

"The cunning and generous Niima wishes to know why you seek an audience with her," the servant droid said.

Conscious of her station, Rey curtsied awkwardly. "O mighty Niima, I wish to offer myself as your servant. My name is Rey. I have little, but I offer my devotion and my loyalty for as long as I remain in your service."

Niima let out a harsh bark of laughter and spoke, and the droid quickly translated, "A starving girl seeks security in the great Niima's court. Why should she grant it?"

Rey gulped. "I have skill with metal and ships - the speeder outside is my own design, made from scrap that no one else could use. I know several languages, droid, Wookie -"

Niima held up an arm to silence her. In Basic, she said, "Remove ... your clothes."

Blood rushed to Rey's cheeks. Haven't I been humiliated enough for one day? Despite her inward protests, she knew it would be unwise to disobey. For the second time that day, she extricated herself from her robes until she was left only in cloth undergarments. Squirming under the gaze of the Hutt, the guards and the two dancers, she waited. Several long moments passed before the Hutt beckoned her up to the dais.

Stepping out of the pile of clothes, Rey approached before stopping next to the slime-covered dais at a gesture from Niima. She stood there, refusing to look away from the Hutt's intimidating gaze. Then Niima leant forwards and, mere inches from her skin, sniffed heavily. She sniffed again, before starting to laugh deeply.

"The mighty Niima recognizes the scent of determination on you," the droid translates. "She smells that you are willing to do whatever is necessary to survive."

Rey blushed, realizing what she was referring to.

Niima rumbled. "I decide. You be my new ..."