Ventress’ Offer

Ventress smiled evilly at Jabba. "Well, since I'm not as feared on Tatooine as the Mighty Jabba the Hutt, I hope you don't mind if I establish a defensive perimeter while I'm visiting."

The protocol droid glanced at Jabba, who belched, then nodded his fat head. Ventress spoke a few hushed words into her comlink, and her ship began dispensing Hunter-Seeker droids.

Padme was practically shaking in fear. She was less than three meters from Asajj Ventress, virtually naked, and Jabba the Hutt was holding a leash attached to her collar.

Ventress kept checking her scanner, and glancing around the main deck, particularly at Abi'lar'ar. Padme looked over at the Twi'lek, and saw that she seemed to flinch away from Ventress' gaze, even though she was already looking down at the deck.

"Jabba, how much is this sexy little ****?" Ventress asked as she slowly circled the kneeling Twi'lek.

Jabba let out another booming chuckle, then spoke in Huttese a few moments. As he did, he tugged on Padme's leash.

"The Mighty Jabba says that Abi'lar'ar isn't for sale right now, but this delectable human girl is only a thousand credits," the protocol droid translated.

Padme's eyes went wide with shock. What the hell was Jabba doing? He was supposed to be hiding her, not selling her to Asajj Ventress. A moment later, she felt Jabba's flabby body flex, and push her off the front of the dais. Halfway down she felt the leash go taut, pulling her neck back, then break.