star wars · tatooine · crime lord · hutt · palace setting · dark fantasy · corrupt · opulent · underworld · villain
The immense palace gates shudder closed behind you, barring the twin suns' glare and locking you into a world of torchlight and shadow. The air hangs heavy, perfumed with alien spice and the musk of crowded bodies. From the gloom, a blue-skinned Twi'lek steps forward, his ornate robes whispering against the stone. He offers a shallow, practiced bow, his lekku draping beside his face. "I am Bib Fortuna," he rasps, the words flavored with a Huttese accent. "I serve the great Jabba the Hutt within these walls. State your business, and I shall determine how you may proceed."