return to Durga's Palace with the artifact

"Master Durga," you begin, bowing graciously as droids carry the artifact towards him on an ornate tray. "Your artifact."

The massive Hutt sits upon his throne, sprawling out in every direction, seeming to become more massive and gelatinous as his power continues to grow. His flesh shines with a gleam as his eyes, sinister and cunning, scan the object brought before him, before looking you up and down with the same sort of ambition.

"Good," his booming voice begins. "Now, with this, I shall be able to rally the inhabitants of Yalnara around me. At first, they will be spiteful, our numerical predictions suggest. But, over time, they will recognize my legitimacy, and make a very useful workforce."

His eyes scan the room full of his most trusted confidantes and loyal soldiers. He lets his face contort into a calculated smirk as they watch his expression with bated breath.

"This is a good day. Tonight, we celebrate!" his booming voice heralds the beginning of a raucous party. Though you know Durga well enough to know that his slime doesn't flow towards hedonism in the way another Hutt's might, you can see a planned morale boost in progress. He had this occasion prepared, you realize, as you see dancers in vibrant colors, chefs with exotic food, and performers of various kinds spilling into the throne room. The various denizens of Durga's palace begin to yell, scream, dance, and make merry as they celebrate this important step forward in their shared vision of Durga's supremacy. As he ascends, so do all of us, you muse. You laugh with friends and drink: you've earned this.

To have all this prepared, he must have had absolute faith in your success, you continue to think to yourself. You smirk, grateful that you have pleased your Master in this way. You feel his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, as you his touch fills you with warmth. You smile and laugh, and then look up into his mighty face.

Suddenly, you feel yourself recoil. You might be tipsy, but you still know better than this. Durga is your boss, not your lover, and he's made that very clear in terms of the types of tasks he's set you on, and the way he negotiated your position. Still, as your ****-addled brain spins, memories of Durga's warm, slimy embrace across your most sensitive regions begins to turn you on, playing with your hormones and animal instincts. You look up at the Hutt who continues to play it cool.