Sell them off

Lana: My goodness, we are totally out of options here...

Barriss: Told you, we have to sell them off! It hurts but... It is necessary.

Lana: I see your point... Alright, let's lead them to the nearest Hutt outpost.

Barriss: I'll do the talking! I have dealt with similar situations, I'll even arrange for some extra credits besides our safe passage!

Lana: Can you really do that?

Barriss: Sure thing! Okay, I'll tell the slaves to line up an follow our lead. But I can't tell them our destination so... Don't mention they are going to remain slaves!

Lana: Not as if I could speak to half of them in a language they understood...! Oh my... How could we get this low... Selling others to save our skin...

Barriss: The galaxy is harsh on everybody, they will adapt sooner or later and free themselves!

Lana: I hope so...

Barriss talks to the **** women and convince them to follow you. She told them they will be taken to you ship and you are going to free them all. The Nautolan woman even started crying in her happiness, she has been used as a sexslave for a decade, she can't wait to see her family again! You feel ashamed and guilty as you learn of this, but you have already made your mind up. You try to act confidently and lead the **** column, but in reality, you feel so dizzy, walking naked as you are in front of so many people, you can barely walk straight! You have been passing through some alleys, when a few security **** members ask you to halt your advance. You explain the situation to them.

Lana: ... and so, I captured all the escaped slaves and I am taking them right to your overseer. I wish to return them for a small token of gratitude.

They believe your story and escort you to a nearby outpost, manned by Gamorrean thugs.

Gamorreans are a piglike very muscular species. Most of them are used as muscle by the crime lords of the galaxy, as they make excellent thugs and can enforce the will of their bosses quickly and efficiently.

There, you let Barriss do the talking. She arranges for the promised safe passage back to the hangar plus some extra 400 credits, 200-200 for each of you. You won't get the full price of the slaves, as they are viewed as the original property of the Hutts, they wouldn't pay the full amount for returning them, so you better be happy with what you get.

As the Gamorreans come and start taking the slaves into the place, the poor women realise what has been happening to them. The Nautolan one, outraged, tries to grab stones and rubbish from the ground and throw them at you, missing you with all of them. A Gamorrean grabs and binds her to stop the show. They are all taken to the last, expect for you and Barriss, whom was arranged to be viewed as your original personal ****. She has been recently sent to the club and no records were written about her presence yet, so your story checked out with the authorities. Little wonder what is going to happen to the poor souls, but it's better happening to them than you, right?

A guard takes a speeder out and asks you to sit behind him, he is going to take you to the hangar. You attempt to ask for something to wear, you do not wish to ride through the streets naked, you have spent more than enough time like that! But the guard just laughs at you, stating it is a small police outpost, they do not store anything like that here. You both reluctantly hop on behind him and he starts the engine, luckily for you, he drives at a high speed. You have been embarrassed before too and now it barely got any better. The loud speeder attracts a lot of attention from afar, all the people on the streets are watching in curiosity as you pass them by. Your face is red as a Sith's lightsaber, yet, you don't see anything similar on Barriss when you look at her. You try pressing your body and boobs against her back, so as least you get a little bit of a cover.

As promised, you are dropped at the hangar. You both get off and head towards your ship, so that finally you can leave this damned place! You get on board, shout out to HK to start the ship and you take off.