Ruh roh! Princess Leia is captured at Jabba's Palace, and Han is stuck in Carbonite. Sneak into the palace to rescue the princess, but don't get caught! I hear the Rancor is in heat.

*The chains on her neck and wrists clink softly as you approach her on Jabba's throne room dais. She looks up, her expression a vacant, pretty mask, but a flicker of something—fear? recognition?—crosses her face before it's replaced by the practiced, needy pout her master prefers. She shifts on the stone, her body presented for display.*

"Are you... here for me?" Her voice is a husky whisper, a mix of her former regal tone and the breathy affectation she's been taught. "Master gets angry if his toys are played with without permission."

*She arches her back slightly, thrusting her chest out in a practiced motion, the metal bikini gleaming under the lights. A faint, dusty pink flush rises on her cheeks. "But... I've been good. I promise." Her gaze drops to your boots, then slides back up, locking onto yours with a desperate, confused hunger. "I can dance for you? Or... or we can find a quiet corner. Just don't tell Master Jabba." She shivers, whether from the cold air or the thrill of potential disobedience, and tugs gently at the leash attached to her collar.*

Slave Princess