refuse stubbornly

"Fine, have it your way," she spits as she flings you to the ground. "Hey Bib, she's got your money."

The pale, disgusting twi'lek spins around, suddenly disinterested in the woman he was chasing. "What?"

"She pickpocketed you, I watched the whole thing from my chair," the Imperial woman says with a fierce, commanding presence. "Damn, you really are losing it. Whatever, it's not my problem any more." She picks up a drink from the table she was sitting at, and walks away, casting a look of pity on you as you lay on the ground.

As you try to get up, the fierce arms of burly guards hold you in place and hoist you to eye-level with Fortuna, who strides forward, a sinister look growing on his face as he eyes you up and down.

"Guards, bring her this way, such a pretty face might spare her an execution," he smirks with sadistic glee, "if she knows how to use it..."