Sanctuary

• This is the luxury casino-club "Sanctuary." This is where you will live from now on and sell your services to its clients or offer them to Mistress Garsa. Obey and you will avoid trouble with me. I am for you, Chief Tiilwa.

Ahsoka descended the ship's ramp, her sandals sliding on the cold metal. The hot, dry air of Tatooine immediately enveloped her, laden with the smell of dust and spent energy. The Sanctuary loomed before her, an imposing building with dura-crete walls and tinted windows that glowed with a reddish light. The door rumbled open, revealing a spacious lobby with walls adorned with luxurious fabrics and a large bar that occupied an entire wall. The music was muffled, a slow, haunting melody that seemed to blend with the sound of whispered conversations. Garsa took her arm, her sharp nails digging into Ahsoka's flesh.

• You will follow Tiilwa and be obedient; either you accept your fate or you risk suffering needlessly.

Ahsoka remained silent, her brain a fog, if she even remembered, but nothing came. Tiilwa pulled her by the leash.

The cold, hard leather against her skin constantly reminded her of her situation. The luxurious walls of the Sanctuary seemed to close in on her, the thick air laden with music and heavy perfumes suffocating her. Every step she took took her further from her past, from her freedom. Tiilwa led her toward a spiral staircase that descended into darkness, the worn steps creaking beneath their feet.

Every step she took took her further from her past, from her freedom. At the bottom of the stairs, a long corridor stretched out, lit by dim lights that gave the walls a reddish tint. They arrived in a boudoir-like space where numerous women, human and otherwise, were gathered on cushions.

• This place is where you can find yourself without customers during your off-duty hours. Come, I'll take you to your cell. If you're reasonable, you can have an apartment as a favorite. In the meantime, you'll see that our mistress sees to our comfort, but if you disappoint her, you'll face the pit or worse.

The cell walls were cold and gray, with no decorations to soften the atmosphere. Ahsoka collapsed onto the narrow bed, the springs creaking under her weight. The door closed behind Tiilwa with a dull thud, leaving a heavy, oppressive silence. She stared at the ceiling, the dim lights casting dancing shadows on the walls. Her thoughts were a maelstrom of unanswered questions, her mind desperately searching for something, anything, to help her understand how she had gotten here. But her past remained an impenetrable wall, leaving only a sense of loss and despair.