As they rode the elevator down to Jabba's Audience Chamber, Diva gave Minna some important last minute instructions.

"When we arrive, walk immediately over to Jabba and bow before him. Whenever you speak to our master-and you should never do so unless he invites it-you must address him in Huttese and begin with a title such as Exalted One, Your Excellency, or Master. Jabba demands respect from everyone in his court, especially his slave girls, and using another language besides Huttese is an affront to his pride."

"After you greet him in this way, you must take your place beside him on his throne as his servant. You will then eat together-but be warned, Jabba loves seeing his girls' disgust as he eats, and occasionally feeds them the same thing for the reaction. This will only heighten his lust for you, so if you want a slightly better chance of avoiding his lust, try to control your gag reflex. It's unlikely he will ask you to dance your first night, but be prepared-don't eat too much at dinner. As for where you'll sleep afterwards, Jabba sleeps in his private chambers with his most loyal guards. Regardless of how you may feel about the master, That is where you will want to sleep for your safety. While spending the night with the Hutt may not sound like an accommodating experience for you now, it is better than spending it alone in the the palace halls alone as they are not friendly places at night, especially for scantily-clad pleasure slaves like yourself."

As the elevator reached its destination, Minna could hear the soft sound of music coming from outside. As the doors slid open, Minna was suddenly assaulted by a wave of sounds and smells. None of them pleasant. Stepping into the dingy place, she found herself in a crowded throne room, members of most of the galaxies species milling about the opened space, while others sat in the darkened corners smoking from hookahs or playing sabacc in small groups. The men of various species lurked about the room, casually feeling up some of the current slave girls who flirted with them, and winking at Minna as she walked by in her skimpy costume. The stench of spice, sweat, liquor wafter over her as a blue Ortolan played a jazzy note and a Falleen woman sung soft but vulgar lyrics to the tune.

As Minna and Shaliqua entered, the crowd turned and parted, making way for the new girl. Minna felt their hot gazes on her semi-nude body and felt her face flush as she moved closer behind Diva. She felt some slimy appendage poke at her bare backside but did not dare turnaround to face her molester. Once she reached Jabba, he'd hopefully be the only slimy thing to caress her barely-clothed form.

The two gold-clad slave girls escaped the circle of of guests and stepped onto a grate in the center of the throne room, which for some reason was left unoccupied by the numerous courtiers. Minna had been trying to look at her feet so she would not have to meet the lecherous looks that she knew she was receiving but suddenly she caught a whiff of something far more putrid than anything else that had assaulted her senses. Surprised, and with a note of caution, she slowly looked up.

Before her, she once again found herself facing her new master, the mighty Jabba the Hutt. She was appalled that he'd somehow become more revolting since she'd last seen him. The grotesque crime lord reclined on a repulsorlift dais outfitted with stone, lazily sucking on his hookah pipe, the spice coupled with his own offensive odor coming off in waves and overwhelming Minna's senses. His glazed reptilian eyes leered at her with unmistakable lust and she found their gaze trailing every curve of her svelte physique. A plump, dripping tongue slid across the Hutt's slimy lips and left a trail of ooze that dripped down his chin slowly. Drool caked the powerful gangster's toothless mouth and began to dribble onto his bloated belly, overstuffed with an assortment of live delicacies.

Without taking his eyes off his new possession, Jabba set his hookah to the side and hit a button on his arm rest, causing the hookah to move away, revealing the open top of the Hutt's snackquarium. Reaching a chubby arm into the bowl, Jabba grabbed a wriggling paddy frog, its frenzied struggles sending drops of the greenish water in which it had resided into the air. Her gluttonous master then dumped the live morsel into a tray adjacent him and Minna watched in horror as the frog was now covered in some sort of butter. Bringing the sullied creature to his open mouth, Jabba slid the squeaking creature passed his filthy lips, and sat there for a long moment, eyes still fixed on the pretty girl, then as an afterthought, he began to chew slowly. The creatures squeals were still audible as the fat Hutt finally gulped the snack-creature down and then let out an obnoxiously loud burp. Wiping his drooling mouth with a blubbery arm, Jabba declared in his deep, booming voice,

"Ahh, my 'guest' finally arrives. I can see you have been properly dressed for me. Such a delightful ensemble you were dressed in in order to please me. I am impressed. It allows me to appreciate you for all your...assets." And at these words, his large orange eyes turned to slits, gawking at her ample cleavage. "Yes, Shaliqua," he gurgled, "you have outdone yourself." Then he chuckled at his own joke.

Standing beside Minna, Diva bowed deeply in acceptance of her master's praise, and then poked the noble-blooded female in the ribs as Jabba rumbled with impatience. Minna stepped forward awkwardly but quickly recovered herself, remembering what Diva had told her. She too bowed low to the Hutt Lord, whose mouth now drooled continuously.

"I am honored to join you, your Excellency," Minna spoke, in the best Huttese she could muster, recalling what she had learned in school. Worse than hearing Jabba speak his repellent language was having to use it herself; the slow rhythm, long vowels, and gliding consonants felt like thick oil on her tongue, and she resented having to form her thoughts according to the limited diction of Huttese, instead of her elegant Basic. To make matters worse, she was nervous, so that her voice sounded more girly than her commanding one. But she continued on, "I hope that you will enjoy the pleasure of my company this evening...and every evening during my stay with you." At this she stammered, realizing what she was unintentionally implying. But she quickly recovered her poise, and rising up from her bow, concluded by reassuming her confident voice from their first meeting. "I intend to use all of my breeding and skills to entertain you, Exalted One." Wait, did she really just offer her body to the hutt so that he could breed her? Oh no! Jabba began to chuckle at Minna's sudden offer, and her embarrassment of what she had just said. Yes, she would make a fine slave.

She couldn't believe her own words, yet, as she uttered them, a strange feeling of flattery began to take over her, as she recalled how the men of the palace-and indeed, the very Hutt she was to call master-had looked upon her in the skimpy bikini. She remembered what Diva had said about the Hutt's power, and decided to pretend for a while that he was really a monarch, a royal sovereign. Maybe this would enable her to get through her ordeal.

Jabba's belch quickly shattered her fantasy, bringing her back to the reality of the grotesque slug before her. He then rumbled with a low, guttural laugh. "Oh Ho Ho Ho Ho...I see Shaliqua has taught you well. In time, you will learn to appreciate me." The Hutt licked his lips again, smearing some of the butter from his last snack over his mouth, then spoke in his deepest, most authoritative voice: "Come hither, girl. This time you will eat with me. Diva, you will fan me during our meal."

With a nudge from Diva, Minna strode forward, trying to stand as erect as possible, but trembling the closer she drew to the loathsome sultan. As she crouched down to give her body leverage to climb onto his dais, she heard murmurs of appreciation from the room and realized she must've given every male in the room a nice clear view of her rear as she bent over. Minna blushed as she rose on her knees to look at Jabba, and was surprised to see how absolutely huge he was up close. Drooling and refusing to have any more patience, Jabba reached out with his short, stubby arms and pulled the bikini-clad aristocrat against his corpulent bulk. He cupped her chin with a flabby hand and forced her to look at him, her face inches from his and rumbled.

"It seems like my court enjoys your beauty, but only I have the pleasure of having you close beside me." And with that, he opened his mouth and his foul tongue came forth, slopping a beastly kiss upon her cheek. Minna tried not to gag, but his breath was horrid and smelled of dead aquatic life. His tongue was quite possibly the most disgusting thing she had yet encountered, and the fact that moments ago, this tongue had encountered some gross frog-like snack brought her close to vomiting. Still though, a kiss from her "master" seemed preferable to what else he could do to her.

Allowed another taste of the pretty slave girl, Jabba chuckled slowly and then after a few more minutes of casually feeling up Minna-paying special attention to her waist and hips-the perverted Hutt allowed her to lay at his side. She thought he'd give her a moment of peace when she suddenly heard Jabba's stomach grumble, a particularly foul sound. "Dinner! I had almost forgotten...And seeing your smooth, ivory skin really has worked up my appetite." The enormous slug said, jovially. "Bring. me. food!" He barked to his court and amidst the shuffling of many individuals. Mina and her master quickly found before themselves an enormous banquet.

"Paddy frogs in brandy, effrikim worms, dwarf nuna, swamp wrigglers with bantha butter, nala tree frogs with spices drizzled over them. And several tatooine sunburns to wash it all down. This is real food!" Jabba exclaimed, as if the squirming fare that comprised the Hutt's various dishes was considered some sort of culinary delight. Minna looked at her own meal, separate from Jabba's live feast. It consisted of little more than a few sparse vegetables, a bread roll, some sort of soup that looked like the Hutt had recently spit up, and a glass of water. "Guess he means for me to keep my slender figure." Mina thought to herself, relieved that she wasn't expected to eat from Jabba's banquet.

Jabba turned to his slave, rubbing his chubby arms together and then ordered her, "Feed me."

Looking at the disgusting food piled near the Hutt, Minna felt immediate apprehension at the request. Watching the plates of the wriggling and squirming frogs and worms, Minna's nose wrinkled at the thought of touching the revolting creatures. Still, she had understood this might be one of her duties and quickly stood to move to her master's side.

As Jabba hooked one of his flabby arms around her slender waist, Minna reached into the murky vat of brandy, feeling the slimy things move away from her grasping hand. After several attempts she finally caught one of the wriggling creatures and brought it dripping from its container. Keeping it at arms-length away from herself, Minna presented it to Jabba, desperately trying to hold onto the struggling frog. Enjoying the look of disgust on his pet's face, Jabba extended his scum-coated tongue to her. Glad to be rid of it, Minna plopped the hapless creature onto her master's waiting tongue. The disgusting appendage rolled back into his cavernous mouth, and Minna could hear a small squeal as the frog was devoured, sloppily gulped down in one bite.

He belched obscenely and Minna grimaced at the pungent smell of his hot breath. Dispite her disgust, Minna continued to feed the hutt, dropping more food into his mouth as she became acclimated to the slimy feel of the frogs and grubs that would writhe in her hands. When Jabba had finally eaten his fill, he took Minna's arms, and to her surprise, placed them in his mouth. While she protested and tried to pull them free, Jabba sucked the remaining juices from her dirtied hands, his tongue swirling around them inside his toothless mouth. When he finally released them from his wide mouth, Minna's forearms were coated with his slime. She wretched and bent forward to wipe the residue on the pillows and cushions.

As she lay against Jabba's belly, Minna watched two of his Gamorrean guards enter, dragging in a naked lethan twi'lek slave girl who had just suffered a beating from the Gamorreans.

Minna remembered what Diva had told her before. She knew if she spoke up Jabba would be furious, so she had to find another way to interrupt him. Thinking quickly, she reached down beside herself and placed her hand on the tip of Jabba's tail, which wriggled at her touch. Minna wrapped her hands firmly around it and began to squeeze gently as she licked it. Even though what she had just done disgusted her, it caught Jabba's attention. Jabba cooed in pleasure and looked down at her.

"Do you wish to say something, my pet?"

"Please, Exalted One," Minna said, looking over at the Twi'lek. "Have mercy on her."

"And what will you do for me if I do? Will you offer me money to spare her life?" Jabba questioned his pet.

"No, your Excellency," Minna said, "but maybe I can occupy your attention by entertaining you instead." Her wish to help the Twi'lek girl gave her the courage to wink at Jabba and speak with a playful edge to her voice. From her place behind Jabba fanning him, Diva smiled at Minna's flirtation.

"Entertain me?" asked Jabba, his eyes widening with interest. "And how would you do that?"

"I will dance for you and the courtiers," Minna said, "and then..." she saw Diva urging her on with her eyes, "and then...I will will give you a private dance for your enjoyment." She was disgusted and frightened about fufilling her last promise, but she decided that the twi'lek's life was more important than her own well-being.

"Very well," Jabba said, chuckling, "if you can distract me enough with your performance, I will let her go without punishment."

Minna has the band play a popular Coruscanti song and dances, rivaling Oola's performance that would come decades later.

Completely aroused by her performance, Jabba yanked on Minna's chain. Running straight for Jabba, she fell against his oily flesh, and was embraced before she could get away. Jabba then slopped a beastly kiss with his tongue across her cheek before she could turn away, much to her disgust.

"Excellent, my lovely. Now, let's continue this in my private room, shall we?" He said as he brought his glass to her and offered her a drink. Minna was too thirsty from her dance to even worry about what Jabba's drink was, and greedily began to drink from Jabba's glass.

"Bring me another drink, my dear," Jabba spoke after Minna had her fill. Minna bowed and then turned around, walking to the bar. Jabba was delighted. Within only a few short weeks, she had already willingly danced for him and seemed completely obedient to his demands. As he watched her large hips sway as she walked away from him, he anticipated what the years ahead would hold. Just then, Bib Fortuna came over to him and whispered "the girl's parents have made their first deposit and have left a message for her."

"Good," Jabba said, "send them the pictures Diva took, and let them know that I expect a larger amount of money before I send them any video of their daughter."

As Bib strode away to fulfill his master's orders, Minna returned to Jabba with a refilled glass on a tray.

"Tonight you will rest with me," Jabba said. "I have a message from your parents for you to see in my private chamber."

Minna went with Jabba-not only did she know it was the only way to hear from her parents, but she knew she was safer by the Hutt's side than alone in any of the palace rooms, as Diva had said.