try to sneak away and ask Nyx for her help

The Council's recess signals a fleeting moment of respite, but as Jabba's attention wanes, a pang of despair grips you. The abrupt dismissal, the way Jabba discards you the moment the meeting concludes—it leaves you feeling exposed and utterly alone in your servitude.

Summoning a fragile courage, you seek out Nyx, the towering figure from your past now enshrined in power within the Black Sun Syndicate. She stands as a towering figure of authority within the Black Sun Syndicate, her commanding presence a stark contrast to your own diminished stature as Jabba's ****.

As you approach Nyx, a rush of apprehension washes over you, mingling with the desperation that drives you to seek her help. The words tumble from your lips, a plea for assistance in escaping the clutches of Jabba and forging a new life free from the chains of servitude.

But Nyx's response is not what you expected. There's a cruel glint in her eyes as she regards you, a mix of amusement and disdain twisting her features. "Oh, how you've fallen, little Jess," she remarks, her voice dripping with scorn. "Once a rather beautiful smuggler, now reduced to nothing more than Jabba's little fucktoy."

The words strike like a physical blow, each crude reference to your degradation sending a fresh wave of shame crashing over you. Yet, you press on, **** to salvage some semblance of dignity in the face of Nyx's mockery.

"I'm begging you," you plead, your voice barely above a whisper. "Help me escape this life... reclaim my freedom."

Nyx's laughter echoes through the chamber, cold and unforgiving. "And what, pray tell, could you possibly offer me in return?" she sneers, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You're nothing but a plaything for Jabba's amusement, a pitiful creature whose only purpose is to satisfy his base desires."

The truth of her words stings, yet still, you refuse to give up hope. "Please," you implore, your voice trembling with emotion. "I'll find a way to repay you, I swear it. Just give me a chance to break free from this nightmare."

But Nyx's expression remains unchanged, her gaze cold and calculating as she regards you. "I have no use for a pathetic **** like you," she declares, her words final. "But that does remind me..." she continues. "I have some business with your Master." She says the last word with spite as she saunters up to Jabba the Hutt.