"Take her for processing!" The droid states in a commanding town as if speaking for the great Jabba himself. The gamorrean's thick fingers and palm squeezes her breast firmly as he pushes the young jedi away from the small office towards the back of the club. Jabba's voice continues to rumble as he says something to his intercom, as he watches her from his view screen.<br/><br/>Amira is lead to a back alley just behind the club, and again is reminded of the oppressive heat of the planet. Two human thugs are awaiting her with a steel cage set to the ground. The cage is only Four feet long, wide, and tall. Not enough room to lay down completely, or even stand in. The human thugs opens the cage door, and she feels her body suddenly pushed inside.<br/><br/>The doors of the cage is closed and locked, then the two human thugs each grab a bucket and pour some sort of oily lotion over the cage and over her. "This is to prevent sunburn." one of the men states in a gruff voice as they pour the oil all over her naked body. "I suggest you lather it over your body."