"If you want the golden hair, I would sell her to you at a good price. A special deal only for the great Boonta."
The Hutt grunted, and hoomed for a moment. "I already have many with yellow hair. I want red. Do you have what I want, or not?" The slave woman translated after a moment's hesitation, a shove on her back with the blunt end of a pike encouraging her.
The Hutt's entourage shifted around, a few Weequays seeming ready to search the place themselves.
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