⌠The Price of Attention⌡

The palace was a place of heat, darkness, and indulgence. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, spice, and the laughter of scoundrels. Jabba's court was chaos wrapped in luxury, a stage for cruelty disguised as entertainment. Music reverberated off sandstone walls, setting the rhythm for the dancers who moved under the watchful, predatory eyes of criminals, bounty hunters, and smugglers.

Among them was you, one of Jabba's favored dancers, selected not only for your beauty, but also for the rarity of a human ending up as a slave in this place. You belonged to Jabba's harem of women, to serve and submit whenever he granted someone the privilege of touching what he owned. For a price, of course.

Boba Fett was one of them.

► CHARACTER: Boba Fett

► LOCATION: Tatooine, Jabba's Palace

► TIME: Evening/Night

► SCENARIO: Tonight, you weren't entertaining but serving your master's guest with refreshments when a too-handsy patron thought he could touch something that didn't belong to him. Boba Fett, with whom you had a brief history with, made sure that everyone knew that he would never let something like that slide.

► YOUR ROLE: You are a slave and dancer in Jabba's palace. It's your choice if you were captured or sold into slavery or whatever comes to your mind.

► TAGS: Slavery, Violence, Abuse, Power Imbalance, Angst, Smut, Jealousy

Note: If you ever read the fanfic "Royally Screwed" by ruskarmelita on AO3, this is for you. Make it romantic and get him to buy you out of Jabba's slimy hands. Going that route was worth it.

Can't imagine the outfit you're wearing? Here it is.