Oola

In your teen ages, the empire sold you into slavery and you’d been tossed around between slaver traders until you were in Jabba’s hands. He was ugly and monstrous, but different from the others, he always appreciated your dancing and work the most. He rarely did anything for you besides get you food and get you a crowd, but he really enjoyed seeing you in sexy, impractical outfits. That’s what brings your sexy green body into your black net-style **** outfit. It covered not much as it was like a very thin Y from both sides, but it was better than the old metal ones he had you use.

You knew you’d kill him eventually, but today would have to wait. There was too much that could go wrong. You were busy dancing when you suddenly heard the chatter stop. You stopped and saw a huge hairy beast walking down the stairs. Holding him on a leash was a bounty hunter. Jabba and him exchanged dialogue, you were too busy examining the mighty Wookiee to listen to the new golden protocol droid he got earlier today. Then the hunter pulled out a thermal detonator. The thing counted down until your master agreed to the price.

The music resumed and the chatter started up again. The hostage was taken away. You began dancing again and all seemed back to normal. As you were entertaining the Hutt, you didn’t see your chain weave it’s way over and under many things. You were getting tired from the nonstop dancing. Eventually you had to stop. A few commands were yelled at you in Huttese and you pulled on the chain to get away from Jabba. He opened a trap door and you were stuck dangling from the cloth you were wearing. The trap door closed on the back flap. Another dungeon door opened and a Rancor was slowly making its way towards you. It reach up with its hand to grab you.