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"Welcome aboard, Lord Markos!" the three beauties said in unison in a sing-song tone. The hutt had selected the three slave girls to serve in hospitality aboard his massive pleasure skiff during its voyage across the planet for the Hutt's winter vacation to the world's tropics. Markos couldn't quite remember their names, only that their faces had allured him as he was reviewing his harem with its many captive cuties for the purpose of choosing which dozen or so would accompany him. It was a great honor to be chosen, and the three obscure concubines were doing their best to endear themselves to their lord.

"How can we serve you, master," chirped the brunette on the Hutt's left.

"By fetching me a drink, schutta," replied the hutt matter of factly. "Corellian whiskey, neat. Then I should very much like you to dance for me."

"Right away master," said the brunette with a smile and rushed off to the bar, the newly applied tattoo of the Troolus Clan's symbol glistening in the sun on her lower back.

"You two," said Markos to the remaining girls, "fetch the oils and join me on my dais. I want a massage. And lose the bras, we're on holiday."

Description
"Welcome aboard, Lord Markos!" the three beauties said in unison in a sing-song tone. The hutt had selected the three slave girls to serve in hospitality aboard his massive pleasure skiff during its voyage across the planet for the Hutt's winter vacation to the world's tropics. Markos couldn't quite remember their names, only that their faces had allured him as he was reviewing his harem with its many captive cuties for the purpose of choosing which dozen or so would accompany him. It was a great honor to be chosen, and the three obscure concubines were doing their best to endear themselves to their lord.

"How can we serve you, master," chirped the brunette on the Hutt's left.

"By fetching me a drink, schutta," replied the hutt matter of factly. "Corellian whiskey, neat. Then I should very much like you to dance for me."

"Right away master," said the brunette with a smile and rushed off to the bar, the newly applied tattoo of the Troolus Clan's symbol glistening in the sun on her lower back.

"You two," said Markos to the remaining girls, "fetch the oils and join me on my dais. I want a massage. And lose the bras, we're on holiday."