[right][h3]Khulbe's Palace - Khulbe [/h3][/right][hr] The throne room had been completely transformed for the dinner. Long purple silken curtains had been lowered from the ceiling, curving down to be secure to the back of comfortable lounging couches that matched Khulbes. All lights beyond the curtains were shut off and the screens that normally kept the bright sun from blinding those in the throne room were drawn upward so that moonlight poured in to glimmer off the white washed walls, fading away into darkness near the floor. The loungers, one per guest, had been carefully arranged around a series of small tables that bore a great number of delicacies from around the galaxy. Khulbe had done his homework on Jast and there was no shortage of delights for the courier. No space for dancing had been created, this was not that type of party. Small stools had been placed for the slave girls to occupy when they arrived, carefully placed around the edges of the meal so that their mere presence would be felt but no intrude on the meal. Many Hutts preferred wild parties and loud music, and while Khulbe did not mind it from time to time, he sometimes enjoyed an evening of stories from beings whose adventures he could never share. The slave girls arrived first and were inspected briefly by Zura before being directed to their positions. Nima was sent to sit at the Hutts side. It was a small mercy he was not a handsy type and actually made an effort to bath so that his faintly dank smell was mostly disguised by the scented candles that burned in small pots scattered about the gathering. When Jast and Telsa arrived they were offered their choice of a lounger before Zura joined them. She was the only one carrying a weapon. No other guards could be seen but Khulbe was certain Jast had sensed the presence of the Defel moving through the darkness. It was not a threat, more of a promise, of violence should anyone act out. At least it was subtle than Gamorreans. "Jast, Telsa, please, enjoy." D440's mechanical tone was in strange contrast to the intimate scene. "I would love to hear of your journey here, and of your passenger." Zura's lip twitched as she turned her gaze to the human. She had been wondering when the unexpected guest would be brought up.