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[beebox4=500px] Today unlike most days, the cantina was energetic and booming, obviously due to the presence of the Hutt. Your usual scum and villainy would be at the cantina, but the atmosphere was much more lively than the usual dark empty cantina where you can usually only hear whispers and murmurs from the far off tables in the corners. Keddo, surrounded by his very large entourage of thugs and overseers, would be taking a drink from his wine glass as he enjoyed the tunes of the band playing. He'd watch the dancers do their twirls and elegent maneuvers, along with barking orders and commands to the stressed and overworked slaves that did his every bidding. While some where enjoying themselves, most were filled with fear being even near the presence of the Hutt, as crossing him would be the death of them. [/beebox4]
[beebox4=500px] The Hutt would look over to his majordomo, a shady figure, dressed in a trench coat with his hat covering over his eyes. His true identity known by virtually no one, being around him always gave you the feeling he was transmitting every word you say and putting it in some bank inside one of his cybernetic body parts. Being bored and feeling as if he had no one else to talk to, the Hutt would start conversation with his majordomo. [/beebox4][beebox4=500px]< Such astounding dancers, wouldn't you agree majordomo? Dancing is truly an art perfected by those with nimble, elegant, and beautiful bodies. Something most of us can never achieve. > [/beebox4][beebox4=500px][/beebox4]