After another round of sexual torture from Jabba, Leia grabbed up her outfit and begins to redress. Leia was starting to get used to the daily wearing of this skimpy costume; it was at least something of a comfort to know she wasn't completely naked in front of Jabba.

Apparently satisfied by her performance, Jabba gave the chain some slack, turning his focus away from Leia and onto something in his court. It was then that Leia realized this always puzzled her; why would he be so insistent that she stay by his side, even in times where he's not paying attention to her?

Anticipating a sudden change in mind, Leia stared cautiously at Jabba as she slowly moved a couple of inches away from him before starting to lower herself to a sitting position by the base of his tail; it seemed to be the extent of her chain's slack. Jabba continues to watch his court, and Leia glanced around, trying to see what he was watching so intently.

Suddenly, Jabba turned his head toward Leia, and she immediately rose back to a standing position, damning herself in the process. What was wrongwith her? It's like she was seeking his approval; not that she had any choice in the matter—if she sat and he didn't want her to, he'd let her know. Still, she glared at him, clasping her hands before her gold skirt plate…and waited.

Jabba eyed Leia for a moment, then lifted his chain-wielding hand. Leia tensed…but the Hutt merely turned his hand upside-down and lowered it in the air; it was a gesture, which Leia hoped she understood properly: sit. Despite the shameful, insulting air of superiority, Leia couldn't help but feel merciful for the break in the repeated rounds of filthy, painful sex, and once again bending her knees, Leia started to lower herself to the cushions.

Suddenly the chain was taut again; it was hard to tell if Jabba had intentionally pulled it or was merely still holding it by accident. Leia was facing him, so the collar only pulled harmlessly against the bones in the back of her neck, but still she tensed fearfully; instinctively, she grabbed at the chain with both hands, at first to defiantly take the leash—and the power—away from the Hutt, but then as her protesting leg muscles tried to hold her in this physically awkward position, it became more of a means of helping herself back up to her feet.

Rising before Jabba again, Leia glared at him, waiting…

…and again, the Hutt did nothing; he merely turned back to his court, crudely ignoring her.

That was it: it was a game. Make her tense; keep her literally on her toes. If the objective of the game was to test how attentive Leia was, that would require Jabba's own attention. Well, two can play at this game, Leia thought. Let's see who can control who's attention here.

Still standing and facing Jabba, Leia slowly lifted her right leg up, the bare flesh of her thigh slipping out from behind its skirt. She then placed her left hand on her left leg and began to rub it up and down, watching Jabba the whole time. Jabba's gaze remained fixed upon the audience chamber.

Leia turned and glimpsed around. Soft music from a single harmonic instrument was playing from somewhere nearby. A couple of dancers were standing in a corner, and to Leia's surprise, Boba Fett was standing before them, his helmet nodding in conversation. One of the girls giggled and turned away. What wonders never cease, Leia thought, and continued to scan the room. Nothing she could see that could warrant such close attention from the Hutt. Maybe he—

Leia turned to find Jabba looking at her again—and specifically, at her lower body.

There, she thought.

She purposely snapped her hand away from her left leg, and lowered her right. She balled her fist by her side, hoping it helped create a convincing appearance of embarrassment. Jabba's eyes lifted (Leia could feel his gaze upon her skin, and suppressed her shudder so her skin only became bumpy), and then he was looking at her face again. They faced each other off for a long moment, and Leia had time to wonder if he'd gotten wise to her turn on his game.

Still looking at Leia, Jabba opened his mouth and belched a loud command. There was a hoot from the audience chamber floor, and Leia turned to see what was going on.

Jabba's band was coming together, and they began to play their respective instruments in sequence of arrival; first the harmonic sounds got louder, then the short, blue keyboardist set up a melody. Drums, singing, percussion, flutes…it was quite a last-minute and clumsy setup, but it quickly turned into a raucous (if catchy) tune. The dancers left Boba Fett and began to writhe and twist, and soon Yarna appeared and joined them, swinging and jiggling her pendulous abdomen and breasts about in a hypnotically visual counterpoint to the rhythm. Leia was frankly amazed at how quickly it all came together, forming such a graceful scene from such disarranged chaos.

Behind Leia, Jabba chuckled a phlegmy laugh, and under it was a metallic clink. Sensing her call once again, Leia turned back to him—and froze.

Jabba was picking up the chain with both hands, but he wasn't tugging it; rather, he was dragging its remaining slack up and over his bulky tail, tossing the links noisily by her feet.

Oh no.

Leia didn't want to process what she suspected might be—what she knew must surely-be happening. She stepped instinctively sideways, more directly in front of Jabba…away from the building command piled at her feet.

He wanted her to dance.

Leia had only had one lesson in the Dancer Pit to prepare her for this; it had proved useless in her time by the Hutt's side, for all he seemed to want of her was to rape and molest her, and those scant lessons in bodily writhing were such fleeting memories now. What was Leia going to do?

Then something strange happened; Jabba switched his grip on Leia's chain again, grabbing up a section closer to her end of it before tugging hard, making Leia grunt as she was pulled towards him—and away from the dance. Jabba forced her into the slave's embrace, her face inches away from his drool-dribbled chin. He placed his right hand around Leia's waist and pulled her closer; luckily, the music was loud enough to cover the sickening sounds of his flesh squashing up against hers.

So he doesn't want me to…dance, after all.

Still in the embrace, Jabba pulled his right hand away from Leia's hip, and lifting the chain near her, he made a show of giving it some slack dropping the cold links along the exposed side of her left breast. His chunky arm disappeared from around her waist, and Leia took a cautious step backward; he didn't stop her—only the chain did, as its slack permitted her about a foot's distance.

The music stopped, and Leia fearfully turned back, glancing behind, seeing the dancers bowing off of the floor.

Suddenly Jabba bellowed, loud and smelly in Leia's close proximity. "Ab godda ta neecho boke ooh neetah!" Leia watched as he licked his lips, his gaze fixed past her, likely on the dancers on the floor. Then he turned his attention back to her as an upbeat song began.

Leia felt Jabba lower both his hands and press them around her hips, pulling her a little closer again. He started to push and twist at her body, causing Leia a moment of confusion (was he pulling her close or pushing her out of the way?) before she realized that he was nudging her to turn and sway her hips in sync to the beat.

See? He does want you to dance, Leia decided. Just really close to him. Leia had to hide her smirk of annoyance and disgust. Oh. Great.

Leia reluctantly took the cue from Jabba, and began to swing her hips back and forth on her own. Jabba watched with glee as Leia began her dance. Leia wiggled her body and bent her knees, hoping this was somewhat passable.

She felt her skirts beginning to flutter about, giving quite a view, especially from behind, and she not-so-subtly grabbed at them, trying to keep them in place. Jabba tugged on her chain, bringing her closer, and Leia abruptly stopped dancing. He brought her right back into the slave's embrace, and Leia lowered her gaze, quite reluctantly ready to let him have his way with her. However, he once again grabbed her hips and moved them, forcing her lower body to rub around against his own. Dance against him, came Leia's strange instinct, and she wished she would stop thinking such persuasive thoughts. Then she remembered what fate could await her…and reluctantly, she continued her dance.

Leia writhed and twisted her body, rubbing herself against Jabba's squishy bulk, feeling his oily skin seeming to press in on every nook and cranny where the gold bikini frames sat upon her, and damn if some of his more voluminous flabs weren't actually tugging her bikini cups and skirt plates down. It was all very clumsy and most crude, but Jabba didn't seem to mind, and so Leia continued to slowly grind in this filthy, filthy dance.

At one point, Jabba grabbed Leia's form and pushed and twisted, guiding her until she was twisted fully away from him—but as the music kept playing, so Leia kept dancing, now grinding and "bumping" (she remembered the term from the Dancer Pit) up against his big belly. Jabba began to laugh, and Leia gasped as she felt one of his chubby hands seem to pinch her bottom—and a moment later she felt her rear skirt being lifted; her dance faltered, and she was blushing deeply, but she kept dancing.

Jabba's other hand pressed suddenly up against the cleft of Leia's buttocks and thighs, and she felt one of his big digits push right into her. Leia cried out in protest, but she wasn't to be heard over the music. Then his finger disappeared suddenly, making her shiver, and he let her pull quickly away, stepping to the end of the chain's slack before turning to glaring at him. His huge head rocked forward, a nod, a command; continue, it seemed to say.

Leia, her breath short, gave him a long glare. Jabba tugged her back up against himself, and as soon as his hands were upon her hips again, she reluctantly resumed the dance.

As the dance went on, Jabba removed Leia's top and began to play with her breasts—stopping only to get her hips moving again when she stopped to let him have his way with her. Leia danced as he squeezed and pushed her breasts around, thumbing her nipples into hardness. She danced as she felt the sickening slither of his tail upon her legs. She danced even as he entered her and began to slowly ream up and down. She danced, feeling the push and pull of his building control over her lust. She danced right through her first orgasm…and she only finally stopped moving to the rhythm of the music when he began to remove her skirt and took her again.