take another look about the party

Hesitant, you stare up at the giant slimy Hutt, your legs beginning to tremble. You take a chance to look about, absorbing the scene around you.

To your left, a Twi'lek dancer with vibrant, lekku head-tails sways provocatively to the discordant beat of the music. Her scant attire barely conceals her curves as she twirls and contorts her body in a hypnotic dance. Jabba's courtiers leer and jeer, throwing credits at her feet in a vulgar display of their appreciation.

Near the center of the room, a pair of Gamorrean guards engage in a crude display of strength. The brutish pig-like creatures grapple and wrestle, their sweat-soaked bodies glistening under the dim lighting. The spectacle is met with raucous cheers from the onlookers.

In a secluded corner, a Rodian courtesan whispers seductive promises into the ear of a wealthy trader. The trader, captivated by the lurid enticements, eagerly succumbs to the Rodian's advances. The air is thick with the intoxicating blend of pheromones and the sickly sweet scent of spice, an olfactory **** that lingers in the shadows.

A Devaronian musician plays a haunting melody on a reed instrument, his eyes fixated on a Twi'lek companion who sensually caresses the instrument with each melancholic note. The melody is at odds with the depravity around, creating an eerie juxtaposition of beauty and corruption.

A tug on your chain brings your eyes back to your Master.