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[Zenva Vrotoa]

Location : The Raging Hutt
Orbit : The Nal Hutta System

In the darkness of the void a luxury station floated. Within were posh apartments, grandiose restaurants, and swanky performance theatres. No expense had been spared in the creation. Ornamentation had been applied to everything from hand rails, to carpets, and even light fixtures. In the Zabrak's mind it was overwhelming, and nightmarish.

Zenva Vrotoa, a favored and powerful, trouble shooter among the Hutt families, sat at a luxury table in one of the many over the top theatre rooms. She spoke quietly with the hologram of her Hutt benefactor, Scar'a. The Zabrak Matron spoke only in her mother tongue, Zabraki, while her Hutt associate spoke only in his, Huttese, but their conversion moved along without pause. Around the Zabrak a number of mechanical guards stood, including a pair of IG Assassin Droids, and her butler, F-Three.

The Zabrak herself was not here for a fight. The black gown she wore in place of her body armor, and weapon belts, was evidence enough of that. Scar'a had asked her to stand in for him in a private auction hosted by one of the Hutt's close allies. This other slug had lost a good deal of money in some business venture gone wrong, or so the Zabrak had come to hear.

A gong sounded from the shadows, a signal the auction was beginning momentarily. Zenva quickly, though politely, ended her conversation with the Hutt, turning off the hologram. She reclined in her chair, crossing one long leg atop the other. She picked up a glass of whiskey, sipped it once, and settled in to wait.

[Member=Luna 1028]

 

[Luna 1028]

Luna 1028
Post 1
Location: The Raging Hutt
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

Within a few minutes, the front stage of the auction venue was lined with the semi-naked forms of exotic slaves from various species, all neatly arranged in a singular row to allow the patrons within the room to easily view the merchandise. A mix of Togruta, Twi'lek, Mirialan, and Pantoran men and women were presented on the stage, and every few seconds, each individual was coaxed to turn around to display their figure from the side, the front, and the back to the lecherous audience.

However, those were not the only slaves present within the room. The Hutts had saw fit to disperse a few of their more prized thralls across the room as dancers, waiters, or escorts. These men and women were not necessarily up for sale, but there was a silent implication that the auction masters would be willing to hear offers on them, provided that the buyer was willing to pay a considerably higher amount of credits than what they would have paid for one of the slaves on the stage.

Luna was a dancer, and so, her job would be to dance. However, she was quite unsure as to what purpose she would serve other than as eye candy. She surmised that her dancing would help to loosen the credits from the hands of the reputably stingy auction buyers, to facilitate the sale of the slaves on the stage. By the same token, she had been ordered before hand to dance within an extremely close proximity with the buyers and to freely indulge their requests for any personal dances.

As always, Luna followed her orders to the letter, as she had been conditioned to do for all of her life. Dressed within a gold g-string bikini which left little of her pink-skinned form to the imagination, the piercing on Luna's navel swung gently in front of her as she gracefully lept atop a small and circular dancer's table only a few inches in front of a striking red-skinned Zabrak woman, whom she had been directly ordered to entertain for the event.

Taking extra care to refrain from staring at the Zabrak in her sheer black gown, with a single intake of air, Luna began her dance routine. She initiated her movements with what appeared to be a rhythmic stretching sequence, integrated into her routine to prepare her body for the rest of the dance, while also being an enticing display of her body's flexibility, athleticism, and feminine contours. Initially, the diminutive Elzeri laid upon her back, while maneuvering and spreading her legs in a manner that spared no modesty in exhibiting her form. Then, the dancer gracefully lifted herself onto her two feet, and without the assistance of a pole, she pulled her left leg up to her torso, and slowly spun around on the toes of her right foot.

In the meantime, the deep, booming voice of a Hutt sounded throughout the room, to announce the beginning of the auction and the first subject to be bidded upon; a curvy Pantoran woman.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The dancer before her was given only a cursory glance when she first arrived to entertain the Zabrak woman. Zenva's sharp mind scanned the small creature for what it was, uncommonly small, unarmed, and of no immediate danger, before her focus returned to the matter at hand. The thunder of a Hutt's voice boomed through the theatre as the first item up for bid was brought forward. The Matron's blackened lips curled into a bemused smile as her gaze swept over the first slave being sold. A thick Pantoran woman, a desirable creature no mistaking it as bids were already being placed.

Zenva raised the little placard she had been given, silently bidding on the first item. Suddenly a leg passed through her field of view, startling the Zabrak for a moment. Her caustic yellow-red eyes snapped up to the dancer on the table in front of her. She had intended to scold the creature for obstructing her view, but was silenced by the display of flexibility she saw. For a few long moments she said, and did nothing beyond enjoy the slow rotation the lithe Dancer preformed. Her bizarre eyes blinked slowly a few times before she gestured blindly for her butler.

When the Zabrak spoke her voice was a cool, nearly musical sound that hung in the air like bells chiming. Her predatory gaze was fixated on the small Dancer. She spoke in her mother tongue, a language few beyond Zabrak had ever bothered to learn. The droid piped up, responding to the Zabrak Lady's words enthusiastically. "Of course Matron. That is an Elzeri. They are all that small, yes. No Matron, they often live to be several hundred standard years in age. I do not know, Matron. Yes. Yes, of course, Matron."

The droid stepped up to the dancer's little table, and spoke in a low voice. "The Matron wishes you to begin your routine again. Start over. Additionally, The Matron desires your name, and your age in standard galactic years." With that the droid stepped back once, and turned to face the Zabrak Lady, awaiting her next command.

[member="Luna 1028"]

 

[Luna 1028]

Luna 1028
Post 2
Location: The Raging Hutt
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

As the first bids were placed on the thickly-built Pantoran woman on the stage, Luna began to slowly transition into the next stage of her routine. Gradually, her movements became faster and more athletic, while still retaining an agile grace to their rhythm. She failed to notice the piercing yellow-red eyes of the Zabrak only a few inches next to her, but she did hear the conversation that the red-skinned woman was having with her droid, which was spoken in a language that the Elzeri could not understand. Regardless, the musical flow of the Zabrak's voice was not lost on Luna.

Luna did not process the presence of the droid until it had began speaking to her. Quickly, Luna let her feet hit the ground and bent over at the hips, forming a demure and seductive posture. Even when she was not dancing, it was evident that Luna moved with a highly feminine grace, which had been ingrained movement habits through years of training and discipline.

When the droid finished speaking, Luna straightened her posture once more and turned to stare at the Zabrak with a piercing, yet disciplined green-eyed gaze.

"My name is Luna, mistress, and I am 18 galactic standard years of age." Luna stated in a soft and demure tone.

Without another word, Luna stretched and began her routine once more from the top. However, as she danced, the diminutive Elzeri could not ignore the intrusive thought forming in the back of her mind.

Would she be bought and sold, once again?

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Bids came, and went for the Pantoran woman at the front of the theatre. Zenva ignored them for the time being, her attention wholly focused on the lithe dancer before her. Once more she sipped her whiskey, her bizarre yellow-red gaze drinking in the pale Elzeri's alluring display of flexibility, and strength. Yes strength, the Zabrak was keenly aware of the strength, and endurance required to move one's body with such slow precision. The girl's dance was captivating for numerous reasons.

The Zabrak turned in her chair, folding her long legs at the knee once she was properly facing her personal entertainment. Again the woman spoke in her alien tongue, her voice low, and melodic. The droid once more stepped up to the girl's little table. "The Matron desires to know if you are the property of the Hutt Lord conducting this auction." The Zabrak's predatory gaze fixating on the young girl's face.

[member="Luna 1028"]

 

[Luna 1028]

Luna 1028
Post 3
Location: The Raging Hutt
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

"She is, indeed, Matron." The deep and booming voice of a Hutt sounded from in front of Luna's table, as the massive slug slid between the tables in a manner than made one wonder at how he had not knocked any of them over in his advance. The creature had answered the red-skinned Zabrak's question in her language, the Hutt's deep voice contrasting quite strongly with Zenva's musical notes.

The voice nearly caught Luna off guard, but graceful as she was, the diminutive Elzeri simply blended her brief falter into the next movement in her routine. Although Luna had no knowledge of the Zabrak tongue, she knew that she was the subject of the conversation between the Hutt and the Red Matron. For her part, all Luna could do was dance and listen.

"I presume that you are interested in purchasing this one?" The Hutt continued on in its deep resonance. "There was a time when her kind were abundant in the flesh trade. A woman like her would have went for 100,000 Credits during the the era of Palpatine. but alas...their stock was so violently stolen from us by marauding war-flotillas."

The Hutt gave a deep sigh, and took a bite out of one of the live gorgs in his hands.

"If you are to buy this slave, it will not be for a cheap price." He spoke, in a tone that seemed to indicate regret. "You can buy ten of the flesh chattel on the stage or...her." The Hutt finished as he gestured towards Luna.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak's bizarre yellow-red eyes turned caustic once more as she openly scowled at the Hutt Lord that had interrupted her private entertainment. When she spoke next her voice was cold, flat. It music extinguished, if briefly. Her words changing to Basic for the sake of her Dancer. "You'll have to forgive me, Lord? What was it?" Zenva's hand flashed through the air, dismissing her own question. "Now, to correct your misunderstanding, Lord, this little placard in my hand is for my Lorda, Sempra The Hutt. Any chattel I purchase with this goes to the Lord of The Hutt Cartel, not to me."

The Matron paused, sipping her whiskey to give the Hutt a moment to digest the implications of her words. "I'm sure however, that if you were to place a price on this little Morsel here," Her free hand gestured almost lazily toward the girl on her table. "One hundred thousand, I believe was the price?" The Zabrak turned away, purposely turning her gaze away from the Slug, to pick up her cigarette case and it's matching lighter.

She lite one, inhaling deeply before her attention turned to her Dancer. "Luna, was it? Sit pretty for me. You'll have to start over in a moment. I apologise, dear."

[member="Luna 1028"]

 

[Luna 1028]

Luna 1028
Post 4
Location: The Raging Hutt
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

The big slug seemed visibly angered at the perceived challenge to his authority. The creature bunched his fists together before biting into the hind legs a squirming gorg. Then, the hutt casually tossed the amphibian’s still alive upper torso onto the makeshift stage where Luna was dancing, eliciting a sharp squeal from the diminutive Elzeri as she twisted around the dying creature in the middle of a particularly athletic dance move.

“There is in fact, no misunderstanding.” The Hutt began angrily. “I own this slave, and if you want her, you’ll have to pay me. I don’t care who your Lorda is, you are in my domain now, and you will follow my rules and pay my prices.” The Hutt continued on. “Now, on the subject of this particular slave…” The massive creature gestured towards Luna, before abruptly grabbing the shrieking Elzeri by her ankle with one large and disgusting hand. He then pushed her onto the edge of the table, and placed both of his hands on her bare lower torso in a forceful motion intent upon pulling the dancer down from the table. Luna landed gracefully on her feet, but she closed her eyes in visible disgust as the Hutt rubbed his both of his hands along the curves of her torso and the swell of her modest bosom.

“She is no longer for sale.” The Hutt spoke in a decisive, yet seething tone. It was clear that the Hutt felt threatened by the confident Zabrak woman seated before him and her powerful Lorda.

“Though perhaps you are interested in...the other merchandise, yes?.” The creature finished with a wicked smile across its slobby features.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak's nose wrinkled in disgust as the massive Slug threw the remains of it's wounded meal onto her table. The Hutt then pulled her entertainment down, pawing at her greedily. "Not for sale? That's rather rude." She remarked tersely. She gestured toward the struggling Gorg now bleeding on her table with an urgency that was almost girlish. Her butler Droid quickly stepped forward to remove animal for her.

"I was under the impression I was to be treated as an honored guest, Lorda. This is how you treat the representative of Lorda Sempra? You throw food at me, take away my entertainment, and refuse to sell a product to me after offering to sell her at ten times the going rate?" The Crimson Lady flowed up from her seat, a powerful, serpentine grace to her movements.

She folded her arms across her modest bust, leveling a cold, angered gaze at the large Slug. "Ten times the going rate of one hundred thousand, or do you believe her worth more. I'm willing to find a fair price for your products, my Lorda, but as what is supposed to be a prized customer, I'll not stand by while you throw bleeding animals at me."

[member="Luna 1028"]

 

[Luna 1028]

Luna 1028
Post 5
Location: The Raging Hutt
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

“A million credits?” The Hutt replied in a tone that was almost incredulous. “You foolish woman…” The big slug continued with a deep and booming laugh, before abruptly spitting out of hind legs of the grog from his mouth and onto the ground.

“Take it!” The creature spat as he pushed Luna to the red-skinned woman, seemingly enraged at the Zabrak’s influence and his inability to match her power. “And don’t leave the building without transferring the credits. This one has a chip implanted in her. We’ll know if you do.” The Hutt warned before slowly turning his massive tail around to leave the Zabrak and her new slave alone.

Luna kept her head down through the entire exchange. However, when the dreadful Hutt finally left, she glanced up to her new mistress with a submissive glint in her green eyes, and spoke softly.

“Would...you like me to continue the dance, mistress?” The diminutive Elzeri eyed the still-dying grog on the table as she spoke. She was quite relieved to be rid of the Hutt as her master, but she little reason to think that this particular woman would be much better. Her visage was quite intimidating, as was common to Zabraks. However, the woman’s crimson red skin and prominent horns made her appearance particularly striking to Luna’s doe-like eyes.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak's lips curled in disgust as the Hutt spit his food on the floor. After a moment he pushed the petite Elzeri toward her growling threats as he did. The Matron's hands closed on the girl's shoulders, catching her in a vice like grip. She pulled the girl close as if to protect her from the vile Hutt.

She watched the Hutt turn, and leave, saying nothing to the creature. The Elzeri spoke briefly, quiet and unsure of what to do with herself it seemed. Zenva's hard, cruel gaze turned to meet the youth's emerald eyes for only a moment before her focus turned back to the retreating Hutt. When she finally did speak, her words were bitter cold, and once more in her mother tongue, Zabraki.

"Right away Matron." Her Droid answered. "Are you sure, Matron? He is a Hutt after all. Yes. Yes, of course, Matron. I will see the contract reaches the proper channels." The Droid turned away briefly before returning to give the Matron her crimson leather trenchcoat.

Zenva quickly wrapped the coat around her new Slave's shoulders, and turn to leave. "Do keep up little Morsel. That fething Slug has ruined my mood." She paused only for a moment to ensure that her instructions to her Droid had been obeyed. The Droid nodded quickly to signal the Elzeri had been paid for. Immediately Zenva began to move, her pace quick and purposeful.

The Matron led them out of the auction house, and into the space station proper. "Now pay attention Luna. I'm not going to repeat myself. You are to address me as Matron, or Lady Vrotoa. I will be taking care of you from now on. Do you have any belongings you desire? This may be the only chance you have to retrieve them."

[member="Luna 1028"]

 

[Luna 1028]

Luna 1028
Post 6
Location: The Raging Hutt
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

“Yes, Matron. I understand.” Luna replied clearly as her comparatively short legs struggled to keep up with her new owner’s elongated stride, especially with the bulky trench coat on her shoulders which weighed her down to an uncomfortable degree. “I umm...have a few things in my room that I might need, Matron.” Luna added as she sought to keep pace with the towering Zabrak. “I only have a few small bags to carry stuff in, but if I could borrow one of your droids for assistance, it should be more than enough to help me get what I need.”

Luna felt as if she were overstepping her boundaries by asking for one of the Matron’s droids, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get all of what she needed from her room without the help of one of the artificial constructs. Additionally, she didn’t want to have to make a second or third trip to her room, in case the foul Hutt decided to change its mind. She needed her perfumes, cosmetics, and dance clothes, at the very least. She didn’t want to create a bad first impression with her new mistress by appearing ungroomed in her first dance.

“Please, Matron?” Luna added in a soft and nervous tone. “I’ll be as quick as I can.” The little woman resolved.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's stride came to an abrupt halt as she turned back to look at the young Elzeri. Her plump lips curled in a little smile. "Rather well off for a slave if you need help collecting your property, hmm?" She asked, amusement warming her tone. "Very well. F-Three will accompany you. He will bring you to my ship once you have your things. Try not to keep me waiting."

The Zabrak's hand waved through the air, dismissing the girl as the Matron turned to continue on her way. In short order Zenva found herself once more in the hanger she had reserved, and quickly boarded the waiting Archon A Class Gunship she had arrived in. A pair of her personal guard nodded as she entered the vessel, one turning to search for the Droid that had been accompanying her.

"Matron, where is your guard?" A woman's voice asked from beneath her heavy armor. The guard drew her sidearm, stepping onto the loading ramp to scan the hanger behind the Matron. She turned to look at Zenva over her shoulder though remained on the ramp.

"Relax Kil'kae. F-Three is collecting my new purchase. They will be along briefly, I'm sure." Zenva moved deeper into the ship, retreating to the small cabin that served as her personal quarters on the Gunship. She dropped into the only chair in the room, folded one long leg atop the other at the knee, and waited. Not even a full minute had passed before her foot began to bob in the air impatiently. Where are they?

[member="Luna 1028"]

 

[Luna 1028]

Luna 1028
Post 7
Location: The Raging Hutt
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

“Thank you, Matron. I’ll be back as quickly as I can.” Luna gave her new mistress a deep bow. Then, she turned around and began to stride back to her room with a speed that would make it difficult for even F-Three to keep up with. Fortunately, throughout the entire way to her room, she never dipped out of the droid’s sight for more than a few moments as she turned corners and climbed stairways.

Once she arrived back at her room, Luna paused and took a deep breath for only a moment.

It was just time for her to recall the flood of memories from events that had transpired within her room. In particular, she remembered the beautiful Twi’lek slave who had at once reprimanded her for being too naive, before immediately kissing her on the cheek and telling her that she was beautiful. Unfortunately, she didn’t know of the green-skinned Twi’lek’s fate now, but she hoped that the girl was alright. Luna had heard rumors that she had managed to escape with a Jedi, but as of yet, she had not been able to validate them.

Even so, in some small way, Luna would miss her room. She had been classified as a high status slave on the dreadnought because of the rarity of her species. As such, she had been granted access to far more luxuries and creature comforts than the typical slave received. Every night she had full course meals delivered to her room. In addition, she could requisition any cosmetic product on demand. In turn, she was obligated to maintain a high standard of beauty, fitness, and submissiveness each time her masters utilized her.

When Luna heard the metallic footsteps of the butler droid coming up behind her, she sprang into action and began to collect her most important belongings. Her perfumes, lotions, cosmetic products, and more were quickly gathered and deposited into a few small bags which she had within her room. For clothes, she decided to take her dance attire (most of which didn’t take up much space), a few of her high heels, crop tops, and leggings. Within a few minutes, she had everything packed within her bags and she dropped them into the waiting arms of F-Three, before leaving the room for the last time.

After ten minutes, Luna and F-Three arrived at the gunship. It was Luna’s first time seeing a ship of the model, and she couldn’t help but to linger a bit outside of the hangar to stare at the vessel’s sleek curves before heading inside.

“I apologize, Matron! I’m back.” Luna said as she quickly strode up the boarding ramp behind F-Three, which was carrying at least three different bags in each hand.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

When Luna boarded the waiting Gunship, a complaining Butler Droid ahead of her, she didn't find her new Mistress at all. The vessels main chamber, and only entrance it seemed, looked much like a mess hall. Everything the ships crew might need to eat, relax, and prepare themselves for the day was crammed into this one room. The two soldiers in the room turned in near unison to face the ramp as Luna charged in.

One slowly placed it's sidearm back in it's holster as F-Three entered behind the young Elzeri's ringing voice. "You are far to excitable, Miss Ten-Twenty Eight." The Droid shock it's head and lead Luna to an empty chamber. "You are to store your things here as quickly as possible. I have to get the ship moving, and thus need use of my arms, quickly. If you need something, Mister Irons, and The Priestess, are in the main chamber. They will assist you if necessary."

[member="Luna 1028"]