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Leia having her hair put into a braid by Jess, while awaiting Jabba's summons...

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Narration by KFisto3683:

Dressed in a skimpy two-piece slave costume comprised of little more than a decorative brassiere and loincloth skirts, Princess Leia appeared small and fragile as sat upon a cold sandstone bench in stunned silence and utter disbelief. Her booted feet remain planted to the floor below as one of Jabba's human dancing girls, Jess, continued the time-consuming process of fashioning her long, dark-brown hair into a single braided ponytail. It was the final step in the elaborate process of transforming the former royal Princess to serve as Jabba the Hutt's newest slave girl. She stared off into the far corner of the cell, desperately trying to hold back tears that threatened to fall once again. It had taken Jess an eternity to re-do her makeup after she broke down crying earlier, but she was now dolled-up with light blue eyeshadow that accented newly-applied dark eyeliner. A generous amount of blush made her cheeks appear plump and her lips were coated with a flattering dark red stain that served to brighten the rest of her aristocratic face in contrast. Several matching gold accessories, of various significance, completed her ensemble. A tight-fitting gold bracelet rested just above her right wrist. A pair of gold, coiled armlets, which signifies her status as a Hutt prisoner and property, decorate the upper-biceps of her slender arms. Finally, a pair of hooped, spike-ended earrings adorn her ear lobes.

The feeling of Jess's comforting breath on her neck as she worked in a calm and deliberate fashion, clearly trying to make up for lost time, reminded Leia of the countless times when servants fashioned her hair in elaborate modern styles for fancy state dinners on Alderaan just a few years ago. The unexpected reminder of her since-destroyed homeward, which had strengthened her commitment to the Rebel Alliance's mission to topple the corrupt Empire, also renewed her resolve to protect those she loved, especially Han Solo, who was at the mercy of their captors in the palace dungeon's below.

As she prepared herself mentally for the humiliating experience she would endure for the next few days, her mind wandered to re-consider the woman directly behind her. She still wasn't sure whether to trust Jess, and Fortuna by extension, as it seemed like every creature within Jabba's orbit had their own selfish and sinister motives, constantly back-stabbing anyone in their path to get what they wanted. She would have to be careful in the days to come, but for now, it was worth a shot to align herself with Jess and Fortuna, especially if it helped keep Han Solo safe.

"There, much better now." Jess sighed, letting out an exhausted breath. "You're a lot of work Princess, but I think Master Jabba will be most pleased with how you've turned out."

Leia blushed slightly at the comment, nervously turning to face Jess, her newly-braided ponytail gently swinging back and forth behind her in the process. "What will be expected of me? Leia nervously interjected to Jess, who was slightly obscured from the overhead lights in the shadow behind her. "Well, for starters." Jess replied. "I'm assuming you've never danced before."

Before Leia could reply, they both turned in unison as a loud rumbling noise came from behind. The cell door opened, revealing several figures ready to escort her to Jabba the Hutt's main audience chamber. "Time to go." Jess whispered, leaning in close to the Princess. "Just remember my advice and don't make things difficult. If you are obedient, you will be just fine until your friends arrive."

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Leia having her hair put into a braid by Jess, while awaiting Jabba's summons...

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Narration by KFisto3683:

Dressed in a skimpy two-piece slave costume comprised of little more than a decorative brassiere and loincloth skirts, Princess Leia appeared small and fragile as sat upon a cold sandstone bench in stunned silence and utter disbelief. Her booted feet remain planted to the floor below as one of Jabba's human dancing girls, Jess, continued the time-consuming process of fashioning her long, dark-brown hair into a single braided ponytail. It was the final step in the elaborate process of transforming the former royal Princess to serve as Jabba the Hutt's newest slave girl. She stared off into the far corner of the cell, desperately trying to hold back tears that threatened to fall once again. It had taken Jess an eternity to re-do her makeup after she broke down crying earlier, but she was now dolled-up with light blue eyeshadow that accented newly-applied dark eyeliner. A generous amount of blush made her cheeks appear plump and her lips were coated with a flattering dark red stain that served to brighten the rest of her aristocratic face in contrast. Several matching gold accessories, of various significance, completed her ensemble. A tight-fitting gold bracelet rested just above her right wrist. A pair of gold, coiled armlets, which signifies her status as a Hutt prisoner and property, decorate the upper-biceps of her slender arms. Finally, a pair of hooped, spike-ended earrings adorn her ear lobes.

The feeling of Jess's comforting breath on her neck as she worked in a calm and deliberate fashion, clearly trying to make up for lost time, reminded Leia of the countless times when servants fashioned her hair in elaborate modern styles for fancy state dinners on Alderaan just a few years ago. The unexpected reminder of her since-destroyed homeward, which had strengthened her commitment to the Rebel Alliance's mission to topple the corrupt Empire, also renewed her resolve to protect those she loved, especially Han Solo, who was at the mercy of their captors in the palace dungeon's below.

As she prepared herself mentally for the humiliating experience she would endure for the next few days, her mind wandered to re-consider the woman directly behind her. She still wasn't sure whether to trust Jess, and Fortuna by extension, as it seemed like every creature within Jabba's orbit had their own selfish and sinister motives, constantly back-stabbing anyone in their path to get what they wanted. She would have to be careful in the days to come, but for now, it was worth a shot to align herself with Jess and Fortuna, especially if it helped keep Han Solo safe.

"There, much better now." Jess sighed, letting out an exhausted breath. "You're a lot of work Princess, but I think Master Jabba will be most pleased with how you've turned out."

Leia blushed slightly at the comment, nervously turning to face Jess, her newly-braided ponytail gently swinging back and forth behind her in the process. "What will be expected of me? Leia nervously interjected to Jess, who was slightly obscured from the overhead lights in the shadow behind her. "Well, for starters." Jess replied. "I'm assuming you've never danced before."

Before Leia could reply, they both turned in unison as a loud rumbling noise came from behind. The cell door opened, revealing several figures ready to escort her to Jabba the Hutt's main audience chamber. "Time to go." Jess whispered, leaning in close to the Princess. "Just remember my advice and don't make things difficult. If you are obedient, you will be just fine until your friends arrive."

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