Because UndercoverWombat asked so nicely, here's Liri and Corso. It's not canon and probably doesn't really work, but it takes place back when Liri was a slave/pre-Sith. I'm breaking it into at least two chapters.

"What's with the dancers?" Corso asked the bartender.

"Oh, some Hutt owed the owner a favor, had them shipped in from Nar Shaddaa for the weekend. He's been holed up in his house with the two prettiest since Thursday."

"But they're slaves." Corso frowned at the collared dancers.

"Hutt slaves. Republic's okay with that, apparently."

Corso grimaced.

Across the room, a blue Twi'lek slave was dancing for a man. Suddenly he grabbed her roughly and forced her down on his lap. She gave a startled cry and tried to get up, but he had her wrists and was laughing with his buddies. Before Corso could get over there, a deep red Twi'lek dancer had marched across the room and pulled up her blue friend, shoving the upset girl behind her and turning on the man. The blue Twi'lek went into the back quickly. The man got to his feet menacingly and stared her down for a moment. Then, the oddest thing happened. The man sat down quickly and cringed away from her. The red Twi'lek looked appalled and headed out herself.

"You should throw that guy out," he said to the bartender.

"Why? For roughing up a slave?"

"If they're happy, they might volunteer to come back," Corso said, trying to come up with something to ensure they'd be treated decently.

"Yeah, alright, that's not a bad call."

Corso left the bar and ducked into the back himself. The blue Twi'lek was being soothed by another dancer. They looked up at him, their eyes full of fear. "Ah, sorry, are you alright?"

The blue Twi'lek nodded. "Where's your friend?" She silently pointed to the back door.

Corso moved out that way and stepped into the alley, Aha, there she is. He caught sight of her slumped against the wall on a box in the dark.

"Are you okay, ma'am?"

Her smooth, Imperial voice slid over him and every hair on his body stood on end, not from fear. Maybe a little bit from fear. How'm I afraid of a woman in a slave collar?

"I'm fine." Her voice held a note of alarm. "Are you alone?" she demanded.

"Yes'm."

"No friends waiting around the corner to jump me?"

"No ma'am! I wouldn't be a party to something like that."

There was a pause, "How odd. You're telling the truth."

Corso didn't know what to say to that. "Are you okay?"

"As okay as I ever am." Her voice was cold, distant, but with a hint of tears in the future.

"Could I take a look at your collar, ma'am?"
"Why?"

"I thought maybe I could jam it or something. Maybe make the pain less if I can do it right."

She looked genuinely curious, "Jam it so that what?"

"So that you could escape sometime."

"And have the Hutts after me and everyone who helped me? They'd probably kill the girls inside just because." She said it so matter-of-factly.

Corso swallowed, "I... I could run, I can't just leave you..."

"That's exactly what you're going to do. Turn and walk back inside." Her voice held an odd note of power that Corso found himself obeying before realizing he couldn't leave her out back here by herself. She inspected him carefully, warily. "What do you want in return?"

"Nothing, I just can't abide this." He raised both hands up, in surrender, "Let me just take a look?"

After a moment, she nodded. He knelt behind her and flicked on his flashlight so he could examine the workings of the collar. His eyes flickered up to her face, just as his eyes flickered down for a moment and he realized he could see completely down her costume. He blushed furiously, and made sure he wasn't leaning against her at all.

"Ah, I don't see a way to get it off unless I fashion a device of some kind to blank out the transmitter for a moment. I might be able to reduce the amount of power it puts out, making the pain less..." Corso fumbled in his jacket for his tools and carefully made a few adjustments.

"What would you do right now if someone caught us?" she asked, sounding curious.

"I'm not sure, ma'am." he concentrated on making the slight adjustment. Not looking down, nope. "That should do it."

She rubbed her hand over the collar absent-mindedly. "How do I know it's been changed?"

"I guess, you don't. Or won't until they use it again." Corso swallowed and moved a few paces in front of her. "I think I can come up with something that'll disable it, but I'd need a day."

"And then what?"

"Then we get you out of here, get you all out of here."

Her hand came up and stroked his cheek. "You really think it's that easy?"

"I have to try," he whispered, the feel of her skin on his skin doing things to his body he didn't think could happen with just a touch. "Ma'am, please, uh." He removed her hand from his face and blushed furiously.

He couldn't see much of her expression in the dark, but she sounded confused, "You don't want me to touch you?"

"It's not that," he blushed harder, "We're just in an alley and you're not doing it because you like me."

"I was, actually."

"Oh."

Her hand came back up to his face; her fingers were really warm. Corso felt heat flooding through him and he got to his feet abruptly.

She stood also and he could see a bit more of her face with the lights from down the alleyway. She looked confused. "What's wrong?"

"It's just... this ain't right. We're in an alleyway."

"Not the worst place I've done it," she said, amused. "At least I'm choosing."

Corso blushed, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't..."

"What's your name?"

"Corso Riggs, ma'am."

"Corso, you're the first man to be nice to me in almost three years. Don't turn me down." She ended up pressed against him, murmuring against his mouth, "Let me have you. Let me have someone that was a choice and not forced on me."

Her warm body was pressed against every inch of his and her mouth was open on his. Corso fought for thought and managed to pull back, "Not here, please." Was that a yes?

This isn't like you, he managed to rescue that thought before it got sucked into the vortex of arousal his body seemed to be succumbing to.