Gamaloth, ever a hive of scum and villainy, was draped in eternal shadow. It was a green world, perpetually overcast skies concealed much of the sunlight and the swampy canopy captured the rest. Only the rarest patches were untouched by the mosses and fungi that caressed the earth like a blanket. The landing pads for the vessels visiting Gamaloth were surrounded by flame spewing droids that worked ceaselessly, night and day, to keep the encroaching growth at bay. It was the perfect world for a Hutt, damp and dark. It was for this reason alone, more than the comfort it provided that pleased the one known as Palto the Hutt. It was the desire other Hutts had for the planet that pleased him most, almost as much as the lesser Hutts that came to him, begging for permission to spend time amongst the mildew and gloom.

Aala stretched out along the edge of the fountain, merely one of a half dozen women that called Palto's palace home. They were adornments for their Hutt masters and gifts for those they chose to bequeath them onto for the evening. Aala's finger trailed through the gentle ripples of the pool and was soon joined by one of her lekku, the tentacles that descended from the back of her skull. She lay, admiring her reflection in the water, the smooth green skin. 

Soon she would be free. That was what she told herself. In time she would learn something of extreme value, something so important that she could trade it for her freedom. However, first she was going to have to figure out the best way to get herself to be Hutt's favorite.