Amira fought back a sigh, she had been afraid he'd ask for that.  She stood, her eyes locking on Jabba's as she reached down to pull up her robe.  Her lightsaber was thankfully attached to the inside of it, she just hoped they didn't try and take the robe.  Beneath the robe she was wearing a set of white shorts and a simple tank-top.  They would have been decent cover, if she hadn't soaked them with sweat.  They were plastered to her body, showing every curve of her breasts and hips.  She carefully folded her robe, one hand inside of it so she could keep her hand on her lightsaber.<br/><br/><strong>"Is the great Jabba pleased?"</strong>She asked, still staring into his eyes.