He'll Keep Her

"You will remain here, as a new addition to Jabbas dancers." The droid translated. Hera stood wide eyed in shock. "Excuse me?" She prepared to protest, but the gun to her back pushed further. "I will warn you," the droid reminded, "the alternative is ****." She let out a sad sigh, resigned to her fate. "Fine. I'll do it." Jabbas grumbled. "Good. Now, strip."

Hera had enough. She needed to get back to the Ghost, not to be a **** for some disgusting Hutt. She took a confident step forward to protest, but as soon as she did, she felt her jacket rip off, leaving her breasts bouncing out. Jabba laughed, licking his lips and spreading slime all over. Turning around, Hera saw the Mandalorian holding her jacket tauntingly. She marched back to grab it, only for him to trip her, sending her crashing to the ground. In one fell swoop, the bounty hunter pulled her boots off and ripped the pants away, leaving Hera exposed once more, her plump ass sticking up in the air. The crowd in the palace laughed, even some of the other dancers were amused. "Very good, ****," the droid spoke up, "you will now be given your new outfit in the chambers." Hera jumped to her feet, attempting to cover up, but was grabbed by the arms by the bounty hunter, who began dragging her away.