"yes, your Eminence."

You lie on the cushioned floor, a mere pawn in the presence of Durga the Hutt. Without uttering a word, his enormous, slug-like body oozes authority. The air is thick with anticipation as Durga's eyes, filled with perverse desire, scan your form. A silent command hangs in the air.

"Strip," Durga hisses, his tone of dark authority leaves no room for disobedience.

You begin to disrobe, your movements deliberate yet hesitant. The dim light casts eerie shadows, accentuating every contour of your body. Durga's repulsive gaze lingers on your naked form, his twisted satisfaction evident.

As your last garment falls to the floor, you stand exposed, vulnerable to the whims of the Hutt. The silence is broken only by the gurgling sound of Durga's breathing, a grotesque accompaniment to your vulnerable exposure.

"Now, on your knees," Durga commands, his voice a guttural growl. You comply, sinking to the floor in submission. The soft surface beneath you yields to your knees as you look up to see what the Hutt has in mind for you.