go back to the council chambers to find Jabba

As you return to the conference hall, anticipation coursing through your veins, you're met with the disheartening news that Jabba has already departed. His absence sends a pang of disappointment through you, but there's no time to dwell on it as the guards escort you to his private quarters.

The skiff ride is a silent affair, the air heavy with unspoken tension as you contemplate what awaits you on the other side of Jabba's door. When you finally arrive, you're left standing outside, the door looming before you like a barrier between you and the truth.

As you wait, the sounds of Jabba's gurgling moans and pleasure seep through the cracks in the door, causing a knot of jealousy to twist in your stomach. The realization that he is enjoying someone else's company cuts deep, stinging you with a sense of betrayal that you hadn't expected.

Despite your hurt, you know there's no point in dwelling on it. Instead, you steel yourself against the pain and resolve to make the most of the situation. But before you can act, Jabba's servant droid approaches, its mechanical voice cutting through the silence.

"Jabba requests that you sleep soundly tonight in this chamber," it drones, "and that you prepare yourself to be a beautiful spectacle on his throne tomorrow." You realize you won't be seeing Jabba at all tonight.

You are surprised, because for some reason it truly hurts. You decide to change into something comfortable after a warm shower. With a heavy heart, you comply with the droid's instructions, retreating to a nearby chamber to freshen up.

As you scrub away at your body, as if trying to wash away your sadness, the sounds of Jabba's pleasure continue to echo in your mind, a constant reminder of your pain.