Ariel. Her blue eyes alight in fear, her red hair waving, her naked body straining as she struggles to be free from the chains and the creature holding her.
“As you can see, Lord Jabba, this woman of royal blood is a rare beauty. It is rare to see such bright red hair in the galaxy, not even your dancing girl Arica can claim to match it. As you can see, she is not yet tamed, but I know you enjoy breaking your pets in yourself Mighty One. I was most fortunate to come across her, she was found stranded by one of my agents on Ryloth After capturing her, I administered truth serums on her to ascertain her identity. Amidst her babbling about a place called Atlantica, and a witch she revealed to me that she was a princess of a group of Half-humanoids called merpeople. Knowing about your love of making high-born ladies your slaves, I rushed here to you in all haste.”
Jabba examined the bound princess, and was impressed by what he saw. Her red hair was indeed a wonder to look upon, and her eyes glowed with a strong, untamed spirit, and he will enjoy breaking it. “Ho! Ho! Ho! You have done well, my subordinate. This princess will decorate my throne; after she has been disciplined and dressed for her new role as my slave”
Through her struggles Ariel was filled with fear. She went to a sea witch to give her legs, but the witch had what seemed to be a better offer to bring her to a world where she would be noticed and loved. Carelessly she accepted. Little did she know that the witch was referring to a world where she would be loved as a joke, Ryloth: home world of the twi'leks. She was noticed by a human and then captured, bound gagged, and now carried by a monster to be sold as a slave to a worse monster. She wished she never went to the witch.
Jabba gives one last lusting look to his new royal slave then turned to look at the slaver.
"Send her to..."