tell Durga that it's time

You alert Durga with a nod of your head, and he nods back, his eyes glinting with perverse glee as his mouth opens and billowing deep laughter cascades across the room. You know Durga well, and you know that he loves nothing more than a successful plot.

Leia looks up, horrified, as Solo squints in pain from the thawing process. Durga flicks a switch and the curtain parts, revealing the massive slug and his entourage of guards to the trapped rebels, though you doubt Solo's vision is working yet.

Burly Gamorreans and armed Weequays stride forward, grabbing the two Rebels and dragging them forward.

"Jabba? I told you, I need more time to get your credits," Solo says weakly, his voice trembling.

"No..." Durga purrs, his eyes glinting as he looks at Solo. "Jabba has been disposed of."

"Then what do you want with me?" Solo grunts. Durga ignores him, he is much more interested in his other captive.

"My my... welcome to my palace," Durga begins with a slimy chuckle, "I'm afraid we didn't have a proper introduction yesterday."

Leia kicks against the guards, struggling, refusing to even look at the hulking, oozing Hutt.

"You already know my name, and I believe I know yours. Princess Leia Organa, heir to the shards of Alderaan, and a prominent leader in the Rebel Alliance. I must say, I've been looking forward to meeting you for quite some time now."

You feel a pang of jealousy as you look at the beautiful woman, and the slimy Hutt that you've grown rather close to. You can sense the admiration in Durga's eyes, and you realize you shouldn't have been surprised. Durga's ambition is his most powerful quality, and what could be more ambitious than striving to overthrow the Galactic Empire? You realize these two have something in common, something you will never have. You try to brush those thoughts away.

Durga gestures her forward, and she strains against the vice grip she is caught in. She is pulled uncomfortably close to the Hutt, and you wince, wondering what his intentions are with her. You understood this to be simply a **** mission. He licks his slimy maw, speckling her face with his slobber as she groans, trying not to look.

"I can't bear to watch," the protocol droid says as Durga continues to drool, his eyes looking the Princess up and down.

"Take them both to the dungeons," Durga says with a slimy, conniving smile, "separate rooms. Don't worry, you can expect to hear from me shortly."

The Rebels are escorted out of the room, and you turn to Durga with a questioning gaze.

He leans towards you, his eyes still watching the Princess dragged off down the corridor, his fat tongue slowly trickling across his lips.

"She is a beautifully feisty one isn't she? And was mad enough to think she could take on the entire Galactic Empire in a war. And she was right..." his voice trails off, before he catches himself. "I believe the best way to cement this triumph over the Rebel Alliance, to **** everyone in the Galaxy to watch, will be to chain her to my throne, dressed in nothing but a scant outfit."

You see a glint in his eyes. Is it of lust, or a scheme, or a bit of both?