reluctantly stand up, following the guard

You are led by the burly guard through the dimly lit corridors of Jabba the Hutt's palace, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The air is thick with the dark brown smells of the palace, and the flickering lights cast eerie shadows on the cold, stone walls. As you approach the ominous throne room, the distant sounds of debauchery and revelry grow louder as the metal roofing of the palace creeks in the night wind.

The guard's grip on your arm is firm, a reminder of your transgressions against the notorious crime lord. You had dared to commit crimes within the sanctuary of Jabba's palace, a brazen act that has earned you a one-way ticket to the spice mines of Kessel. The guard pushes you forward, and you stumble slightly, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting as you enter the foreboding chamber.

There, on a grotesque throne of opulence, Jabba the Hutt sprawls like a monstrous deity. His bulbous eyes fixate on you, and a guttural laugh ripples through the air. The Hutt's massive body undulates with sinister delight.

The guard brings you before Jabba, and the crime lord's eyes narrow in disdain. "You dare to defy Jabba?" he hisses in Huttese, the language dripping with menace. The guard delivers a succinct account of your crimes, listing the offense with clinical detachment.

Jabba's booming laughter reverberates in the chamber as he contemplates your fate. "You thought you could cross Jabba the Hutt and escape unscathed?" he taunts, his slimy voice a symphony of malice. "You will pay the price for your insolence."

As the guard prepares to escort you to the dreaded spice mines, Jabba pauses, his eyes lingering on your form. Unexpectedly, a sly smile curls on his monstrous face. "Wait," he commands in a voice that oozes both authority and perverse intrigue. "Bring the offender closer."