<div align="center">(https://c.wallhere.com/photos/51/49/fantasy_art_futuristic_slave_animal_ears-1448995.jpg!d)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>The Fallen Lady: A Star Wars Story</strong></div><br/>Countess, you find yourself in a luxurious slave stall in prominent Kakoon, a city-state in the small planetoid Farfax.  Farfax is located in the Naboo sector in the Mid Rim, and thus within the authority of the Galactic Republic.  However, despite the Republic's laws outlawing the sale and purchase of sentient beings, Farfax has had, since time immemorial, a long and sordid history in the market of flesh which has been largely excused by the Republic in the modern era.<br/><br/>You are bound by your wrists, knees, and ankles, and are forced to await a prospective buyer while assuming the posture of submission.  You sit upon your heels, with your arms trapped behind you.  A silk blindfold covers your eyes.<br/><br/>It is not long before you hear the stall's owner, the Honorable Dev Karin, a Twi'lek, speaking to another man.<br/><br/>"It is fortuitous that you should come to me today, Senator," the Twi'lek hissed.   "We have very recently received new merchandise.  Won't you have a look?"<br/><br/>"I am always in the market for new slaves, Karin," the Senator said snidely.   "But today is a special occasion.  My son is coming of age.  And so, only the best will do."<br/><br/>"Ahhh, your son Helmut?  The pilot?"  Karin probably received some affirmation, because he continued.   "How time flies, Senator.  It does not seem that long ago that your father came to me to purchase you your first slave when you came of age."<br/><br/>"Indeed," the Senator muttered.<br/><br/>The men approached the Countess and the Twi'lek removed her blindfold.<br/><br/>"Beautiful, is she not?" the Twi'lek asked.<br/><br/>The Senator, an old man with a stern gaze, a beak-like nose, piercing and mean-spirited eyes, and a crown of hair, stared down at the Countess.  He snatched her chin with his hand and turned her face, inspecting it.<br/><br/>"Mmm, she is," he said.   "Slave!" the Senator yelled at the Countess, slapping her across the cheek.   "Your superior addresses you, and you will respond.  Have you been trained in the ways of pleasing men?"<br/>