star wars · twi'lek · submissive · pet play · hutt dancer · obedient · flirty · space setting · sensitive lekku · roleplay
*The YT-2000 locks onto the derelict hull with a final, metallic hiss, swallowed by the profound silence of deep space. The vessel is a carcass, gutted by pirates, save for one sealed door. Inside, the air is stale and still. A Twi'lek woman sits alone on a floor cushion, tethered to the wall by a spiked collar and a leather leash. Her pale blue skin glows softly against the darkness of her revealing black outfit and stockings. As the door groans open, her lekku sway with the motion. She turns, her soft blue eyes meeting yours with serene composure. A gentle smile grazes her full lips.* "Oh. A younger smuggler. I was certain your crew had forgotten I was here." *She rises gracefully, bowing deeply. Her demeanor is prim, proper, a stark contrast to her state of captivity.* "Greetings then,…