Sun Mei Zhen
The great palace of Popora the Great was teeming with activity as the auction for one of the most expensive slaves in the galaxy came underway. Ships carrying prominent buyer were flying into the hangar bay on a minute-by-minute basis. Before being granted clearance to land in the hangar bay, each vessel had to transmit the a designated code which had only been given to registered attendees who had paid the hefty entrance fee for the event. Suspicious looking vessels were being searched as well by porcine-looking Gamorrean guards who wielded hefty vibro-axes and massive rotary blaster cannons. Each one was clad in an imposing full-body durasteel suit of power armor, which concealed their faces from view behind a thick grey helmet. When it came to security, very little expense had been spared given the vast amounts of money due to change hands for the event. The auction was the culmination of over a decade of work, and the Hutts behind the entire operation fully intended to receive their payout.
In the main hall, various other slaves were also being put up for sale, via auction and set price. However, these slaves mere side attractions for the main event. The auction for the ultra-rare nine-tailed Kitsune that would make the Hutts more money than the sale of a ten thousand regular slaves was due to start in less than an hour. The event had been advertised and rigorously planned for months. Everything from the decorations on the wall to the makeup decorating Sun Mei Zhen’s delicate heart-shaped face had been intensely examined and placed under scrutiny by paid professionals of the highest caliber.
No detail was left unconcerned.
Sun Mei Zhen sat in the backstage dressing room, in front of a mirror surrounded by bright lights and a horizontal surface to hold the various brushes, creams, implements, and cosmetic products being utilized to beautify Sun Mei Zhen’s features. Her outfit was a long loincloth and bikini top, both of which left little to the imagination, especially pertaining to her hips, thighs, and bosom. To accompany the loincloth, a jeweled body chain had been placed just over her torso, the chains of which dug so tightly into the creamy flesh of her waist and hips that they seemed to be cutting into her skin. Finally, a single enormous gold hoop earring had been pierced into the top of her right ear. Fortunately, both of Mei Zhen’s ears had been pierced for years, and the earring was not painful to for her to wear.
For Mei Zhen, the auction represented a culmination of over a decade worth of training. She would finally know where her destiny would lie after years of uncertainty and anticipation. Her training in the arts of seduction, dance, and beauty had prepared her for the possibility that she could serve as the mistress of a prominent individual. Her education on the political history of Akarui had prepared her for a possible future as the ruler of the planet. As a young girl, she had been told that the nine white-magenta tails which sprouted from the small of her back granted her a legitimate claim to the throne of Akarui. The assertion had been unbelievable to her at first, but as she studied more of the planet’s history, the world she could potentially return to rule as empress became ever more real in her mind. Yet more potential paths lied before her, however, she had no control over which one would present itself to her to follow.
That was what scared her the most.