Amira glared at Jabba, his amusement enraging her even as she tried to suppress her emotions.<strong>"The worm Jabba will get his soon enough!" </strong>She shrieked, jerking around in the gamorrean's grasp, which only caused her to wrench her shoulders and her breasts to bounce as they ripped her tank-top from her body.  When her shorts were yanked off, and she saw her lightsaber in Jabba's hands, she forced herself to calm down.  She took several deep breaths, then offered Jabba a pleasant smile.<br/><br/><strong>"Perhaps we can come to some arrangement.  I will trade my services as a mercenary in exchange for mercy."</strong>And run as soon as she could, but that was left unsaid.<strong>"Surely you can see the benefit of having a Jedi on your payroll?"</strong>