there's no time! Quickly put your clothes on, hoping no one spots you

You don't have time to clean yourself, and who knows if there's any kind of reasonable facility for humanoids in this hive of scum and villainy. You throw your clothes on, sighing with sadness as you feel them soak through with hutt skin-fluids and cum. You can see places where the slime is particularly goopy and thick and manages to seep through the fibers of your street clothes.

You hear the Hutts behind you still murmuring in their booth, and you duck out of the way as they begin to exit, hoping they don't see you lurking. You find some cover behind another array of curtains.

You see a blue twi'lek stumble out from the third booth in a daze, looking like she has been blasted with spices or some other **** concoction, and if there was any doubt in your mind as to the purpose of these back rooms, it was now eliminated. The Hutts slithered their way out of the area and their guards follow.