head to the harem

You follow Durga's slithering sluglike body deeper into the dark recesses of the palace. You remind yourself that if he wanted to enslave you he could. This would all just be for show.

The lights get brighter as you find yourselves in an ornate room, full of beautiful clothing, lovely couches and upholstery, and full of cosmetic products. It seems like it was once a bustling and busy place.

"All of Jabba's little toys have been removed from here," Durga said absentmindedly as he guided you forward, "I do not share his need for dozens of slaves. I prefer loyalty over fanfare." He seems to regard his head rival with disgust.

"I'll let you pick out your attire, but don't be too modest, you need to look the part," he says as he guides you to a clothing hangar. You begin to look through the stuff that's available... and are shocked by how lewd and suggestive every piece of clothing is. You pick out a metal bra that looks rather pretty to you, if not extremely revealing, and a red loincloth that fastens to your hips at a metal plate. You feel awkward as the Hutt watches you decide.

You look back at him before undressing, assuming he'll avert his eyes. He does not, but instead lets his reptillian eyes look you up and down. You grunt with resignation, and begin to strip. He watches you bare your naked body before him.

Though his one true love is power, you can tell it barely outmatches his sexual desires. You shiver with the cold palace air and the power he has over you.

"You must commit to the part you have to play, little one," he says with a sloppy smile. You dress as fast as you can and before you know it, you're hastening back out of the harem.

"Now, we must take the meeting aboard my space cruiser," he says, as he guides you to the hangar bay.