You do … but add a few alternative facts

“I was a **** for a minor Hutt lord on Sleheyron.” You tell the crew while you grab your left lekku with both your hands. “The last three years I was trained as a dancer. Two weeks ago was my 18th birthday, which is also the day I first performed in public. As a result of my dancing skills, my master decided to sell me on the **** market.”
As you tell them about your past you start letting your hands slide down your lekku like you did during the **** auction. So far you have told the truth, but for the next part, maybe it would be better to tell it a little different.
“But on my way to the **** market there was an attack. I don’t know who attacked. I was too scared to find out. All I know is suddenly my shock manacles were released. I assume it’s because they were destroyed or something. Then I ran away from the fighting. I can know it looks like I stowed away on your ship to escape slavery, but I really just tried to escape the fighting.”
“Quite a story.” The Captain says. “So, you spent your life preparing to be sold and then escape before your master can make a profit off you.”
Knowing your master make 40.000 credits just before you escaped, you dare not look Millus in the eye when you say, “Yes.”
“We were long enough on the planet to find out who it was that did the attack. Apparently, it was former slaves.” Marash says. “Their goal seems to have been to break out fellow slaves and increase their numbers. As far as your master is concerned, he can be convinced those rebels ran away with you.”
“Better keep your head down for a couple of weeks, though.” Seva adds. “If you show yourself early, he might find out you are with us and send some bounty hunters our way.”

What have you done? Jabba lost 40.000 credits on you. He probably already sent some bounty hunters towards those rebels. If they don’t find you among them, he might search the rest of the galaxy to fin you. What could they possibly do to against a squad of fully armed bounty hunters? Unless …

“You mean, staying inside the ship and not let anyone other than you see me?” You ask.
“Yeah, that’s probably the smartest thing to do for now.” Marash says. “In the meantime, I could fly you to the other side of the galaxy. The Hutts would never believe a simple **** girl gets all the way over there so quickly. They will assume you’re someone else entirely.”
“Especially if we find a new name for you.” Seva suggests.
“It would take us a week until we get there though.” Captain Millus says. “Should be enough time to imagine a whole new history for you. New parents, add some siblings, point out a remote world for you to have grown up on. That kind of stuff.”
“Hey, we can all pitch in with ideas.” Seva says with a big smile. “Why don’t we say you were adopted by two male Twi’leks.”

One by one, the crew members start offering ideas and run them by you. In but a matter minutes they help you create a new past.
“Hey, Seela. Wanna pick a new name for yourself?” Seva suddenly asks.
“Uhm, sure?”