the Council Meeting draws to a close

As the Council meeting edges towards its close, a delegate from the Black Sun Syndicate rises, capturing the attention of the chamber. Her focus is squarely on Jabba, her words carrying a weight of veiled threats and subtle power plays. The atmosphere becomes tense as she lays out the Syndicate's intentions to assert their influence over Jabba's domain.

Sitting uncomfortably beside Jabba on his throne, you can't shake the feeling of unease that settles in your stomach. And then, suddenly, you realize! You recognize her—Nyx, a business partner from your past, and more than that: a former lover whose presence now fills you with a mix of nostalgia and dread.

Memories flood back: the whispered promises, the stolen moments. But here you are, reduced to nothing more than an object of Jabba's gratification, a far cry from the life you once knew. The two of you clearly took different routes in life, and you can't help but be filled with shame in your current position. What could be more embarrassing?

As Nyx's gaze sweeps over you, a flicker of recognition in her eyes sends a shiver down your spine. You realize she may have already seen through the facade you've been clinging to, stripping away the anonymity you so desperately crave.

The urge to flee, to escape the suffocating weight of shame, gnaws at you. But as you grapple with your options, a sense of resignation settles in. Maybe it's pointless to hold onto the remnants of your dignity, to pretend that you can reclaim the life you've lost.

Embracing your role as Jabba's possession might offer some twisted form of comfort, a refuge from the painful memories of a past that feels increasingly distant. But the thought of surrendering completely to this life of degradation and servitude fills you with a sense of despair.

As Nyx finishes her speech, you're left with a choice: to embrace the shame that threatens to consume you, or to cling to the fragile shreds of your dignity, even as they slip away.

The Council goes into recess, and you're left with a few options, as Jabba becomes distracted. Somehow, watching your Master discard you the moment the meeting is over fills you with a pain you didn't expect, as you feel exposed and alone.