Ama the Hutt Charmer

43BBY; business as usual for the bulbous and vile Daruza the Hutt as he enjoyed the minute festivities on offer at a Corellian, cantina bar. It was one of the shadier establishments and rather fitting for the crime lord's own debauched interests. Reclining back upon his state of the art hover sled throne, Daruza's long, thick, slimy tail twitches absently as he regards several bikini-clad, brightly coloured Twi'lek dancers moving about an upholstered stage with lithe, supple legs. Sumptuous curves meet the gangster slug's emerald green eyes, which blink in boredom as he turns to divulge his interests elsewhere. A pudgy, vestigial arm reaches into a bubbling vat within proximity to the bloated slug, seizing up a dripping mass of live Ylesian white worms. The sticky, savory grubs are bathed in a golden honey-sauce and with a gurgle of abject glee, the Hutt stuffs the writhing creatures into his wide, drooling maw and devours them all hungrily; gooey, viscous fluid dripping from his wiggling and fatty jowls. Even in the presence of such lackluster and abysmal talent in the sensual department, Daruza the Hutt always has his uncompromising appetite for fine and exquisite cuisine to keep him amused and satisfied.
    He just finished a business summit with several high-profile Black Sun lieutenants. Turns out that the galaxy's foremost crime syndicate has begun to lose some of its financial backing, due to continued meddlings involving the Republic and the Jedi Order. Daruza, the current head of the Hutt Cartel, had always seen to it that his own criminal enterprises maintained discretion and privation in their operation, avoiding the scrutinizing glare of more prominent officials, such as the Supreme Chancellor. So, while Black Sun continued to claim its stake in swaths of territory and alienate the free people's of the galaxy, Daruza and his Hutt colleagues merely bolstered their own control of the outer-rim territories, fortifying and building up their substantial wealth and defences until their entire conglomerate was unrivaled yet forged in secrecy. Black Sun needed a bailout, and the mighty and cunning Daruza was more than willing to negotiate such a financial lifeline, in exchange for a seventy-five percent ownership of the crime syndicate's dealings and profits. It would prove to be an arduous meeting, rife with threats and oaths in blood, but the Hutts were now the primary holders of the vast majority of all underworld activity in the galaxy, using Black Sun as a public figurehead while continuing to line their wealth with more and more riches on the side.
    Daruza was in a particularly relaxed and jovial mood, as he downed more and more wiggling grubs with gusto, but he had to admit...Twi'lek dancers, especially common tavern wenches, just weren't doing it for him. The Hutt lord craved something more...exotic, enticing, a beauty to be tamed and moulded to his depraved wishes. There was a sizable harem waiting for him back on Carnovia he'd no doubt find himself amusing himself with when he returned to his palace, but that left the simple issue of what to do now with his growing libido and want for divine, fleshly pleasures.
    The slug-like kingpin released a guttural belch, his sticky fingers snatching up a large glass of burgundy liquor from a voluptuous servant that sauntered by, his fat tail momentarily smacking her upon the ass as she moved across the bar. She gave him a sultry look of mock disapproval and the Hutt lord rumbled with laughter, his grimy tongue slopping about as he eyed her with lustful interest. But she is just a working girl, and disappears into the throngs of patrons, leaving the Hutt frustrated and requiring stimulation.
    Clumsily, he glugs down the strong cocktail. Daruza tosses the glass away haphazardly and rests his tiny, baby-like arms upon his massive belly and continues to watch the bar proceedings, reptilian eyes scoping out the patrons - male and female - wondering if one of them will be a special sort of distraction for his morbid interests.
    Amá made her way into the bar, her long, golden locks attracting the attention of a few bounty hunters and smugglers as they looked up from their drinks. She was a human, a female, a rarity on Carnovia, especially in a rundown establishment such as this, the Corellian bar. Standing tall, her enormous, heaving chest was somewhat concealed by a black, long-sleeved garment with a hood, and her lovely legs, which seemed to stretch on for eternity, were concealed by black tights, hugging them both in voluptuous fashion. Her pink tongue tickled the tip of her upper-lip as she found a seat alone on the bar and ordered a beverage, giving the servant a wink as she delivered a glass of fizzing, bright green liquid.
    She proceeded to wrap her rosy, lovely lips around the perspiring glass and gulped a few mouthfuls down, sighing in satisfaction. Originally born on Coruscant to an exceedingly wealthy family with influence over the senate, she had run away some years ago and smuggled herself across the outer-rim, surviving on scraps and whatever she could find or collect. Having stowawayed aboard a freighter delivering live, giant warty frogs, Amá relaxed at the bar, eager to see if she could sneak herself onto another departing convoy in the near future, her keen, ocean-blue eyes picking out scum amongst the conversing bar-goers.
    She glanced around, eager to meet some new faces. "Anyone I should look out for?"
    "Just watch yourself, girl..." the bar maiden snapped in a worried tone.
    Daruza was in the process of guzzling down another strange liquor infused beverage, with small lizard-like creatures garnished around the inside of the glass, only to almost choke down the bubbling drink as his eyes beheld the shapely blonde as she takes a seat at the bar. A wet, audible sigh sounded from deep within the Hutt lord's phlegm-ridden throat, and he snorted in acknowledgement, the warrants of crusty snot disturbed by the gross volition. His girthy tail wriggled about erratically as his gaze wandered along the female shamelessly.
    She would do nicely. The Hutt muses with a burbling chuckle quietly. He gulped down the rest of the lizardy drink, the tiny creatures toppling pathetically with the chase of wine before the grotesque gangster licked his ugly lips and directed his hover sled away from his private table, knocking several carousing aliens and humans out of the way before settling the expansive platform astride the bar counter, just to the girl's right.
    Growling an order in booming Huttese, Daruza demanded a tankard of Boga Noga before tilting his blob-like head towards the female with a deafening squelch.
    "It isn't often I see such a pretty creature wandering these sorts of locales at this hour, and without an escort no less," he rumbles,  the humid, boozy fumes of his breath drifting towards her as he speaks. "It's never a good idea, even in the core. You never know what sort of opportunistic reveler might take a fancy in you." The Hutt lord's eyes glow with teasing admiration as the mug of ale is slid his way, free of charge.
    Amá grinned as she turned one eye to look at the Hutt taking a seat next to her. She swivelled on the rotating, elevated bar stool and narrowed her eyes in a satisfied manner, happy to see a slimy Hutt - a species she had come to admire and take a fancy to. "Thank-you, it's not often that I'm complimented, especially by one so...grand and...charming as yourself," the busty blonde added. "Especially one so...handsome."
    Like most Hutts, Daruza loved having his ego flattered and he loosened a purring sort of slurp at the girl's compliments. Intrigued by the way she too seems to eye the overweight slug with such wanton interest, a reciprocation mirrored by the gangster's own lustful admiration for her luscious physique, Daruza grumbles again, tilting the mug of liquor in mid-sentence and splashing its odorous remnants upon his fat chest.
    "Ooo, lovely beauty and an appreciation for my esteemed kind. What a most fortuitous circumstance that we would meet then," Daruza's tail continued to sway upon his hover sled, the Hutt lord making it no secret as to his utter attraction for the human female. More of his grimy snot dribbled from his uneven nostrils and settled onto his quivering bottom lip, licked away by a greasy tongue as it darted out momentarily before he continued speaking again. "I wonder what a maiden like yourself could possibly be doing in a place like this and..." His bulging eyes turn to slits as he gives her a broad, yet hideous grin. "...If you could be convinced to leave in more worthwhile company..."
    Amá's eyes widen as she listens intently, her fingers tapping the smooth, bar table as her face perks up. Her lips curling into a devious, seductive smile, she asks. "Worthwhile company such as your fine self?" the busty, blue-eyed blonde came closer, moving her chair until she was within a few inches of the slimy, odorous Hutt. "Mmmm...perhaps you would like a drink on me?"
    "Bar maiden, a drink for my...date here," she winked, pausing momentarily as she licked her lips, teasing the Hutt by showing the tip of her tongue. A sizzling, bubbling, smelly beverage was slid across the bar table and Amá held it in front of the Hutt, adopting a lower tone as she tried to get closer.
    Daruza chuckled heavily, his enormous and gelatinous bulk jiggling with each guttural hoot. "Are you a Jedi, because you've read my mind..." he finishes with a growling sort of declaration. His thin, gross lips gleam with white-hot spittle as he leered upon her full and voluptuous cleavage, bulging eyes following every single bounce of her curvy bosom and groaning in pleasure at the tantalizingly, generous offerings.
    A gurgling sort of sigh sounded in the back of his throat, his big, thick tail thumping upon his throne as the female orders him a Huttese cocktail, causing the corpulent slug to nod his oblong shaped head in affirmation. He finished the last of his spicy cocktail and tossed the glass away, a pungent belch issuing forth from his foul maw as he took up her own offered drink in a blubbery hand. His other, however, gestures towards her, ushering her to come closer to his glistening, bloated, warty mass.
    "There's no need for modesty, my little ruby-gem. Why don't you come a little closer so we can get better acquainted?" And without another remark from her, Daruza snatched her by the arm with his surprisingly strong grip and pulled her clumsily so that her toned and athletic physique, still feminine and supple, collides with the Hutt sultan's own smelly, greasy belly with a noisy plop.
    His small, stubby arm hooked around her narrow waist in a flash and held her companionably next to him, watching her reaction as her womanly body squelched against so much foul, rancid Hutt flesh and blubber. "You look good next to me, my lovely."
    When treated like this by a giant, odorous, warty slug with rancid breath, most human females would pass out, groan in disgust or simply die right then and there from the overwhelming mixture of potent odours. However, as Amá was pulled against the Hutt, she simply yelped and blushed darkly. "Ooft!" She pressed deeper against him, squelching as her eyes narrowed seductively. "Well, you read my mind, you certainly are a very attractive Hutt, and...I love how strong you are."
    A pleasured sigh escaped her parted lips as she rests her hands against his slimy, filthy chest, rubbing individual bumps and warts as she continued to blush. She was greatly attracted to disgusting, hideous creatures, and Hutts were undoubtedly her favourite, however she had never gotten close enough to speak with one. His touch was spine-tinglingly electric, and she even found herself inhaling his stomach-chruning, poignant breath, mixed with liquor and unholy odors from previous, squirming, amphibious delicacies. She traced her index finger along his white, frothy chin and suggested. "I would be more than eager to...go somewhere a little more...private with you..."
    This little female is a unique one, and a seductive one at that. Daruza muses as he casually lets his clutching hand fondle along her shapely and attractive form with curious and lustful interest. Most girls would need to be silenced at this point, their feeble groans and whimpers of disgust quelled as the Hutt ganglord ordered his men to apprehend her and take her back to his ship for her eventual coercion into serving him against their will. Not this busty blonde however, as her body becomes drawn and trembles in his repulsive, powerful embrace. The grotesque, slug-like monster watches her cheeks go a rosy-red shade of pink as he continued to hold her close against his wobbling gut, the gurgling sounds of unwholesome digestion from the Hutt's wormy snack sounding in her ears as her face is pressed against the slimy, thick, warm flesh. Grinning at her own ministrations, Daruza downed the hot and tasty drink with a huge gulp and threw the glass away, motioning towards the bar owner with a chubby arm.
    "I think I could work out something, my pretty," he replies with a sniff of her golden perfumed hair, his long, plump tongue sliding along his lips again, slowly.
    Barking out a series of commands to the spry yet handsome owner, Daruza motioned for several of his guards who promptly formed a perimeter around the Hutt's hover sled, with the luscious blonde escorted besides him, and the pair are taken to the back of the bar, to a VIP lounge reserved only for the highest paying, wealthiest customers who needed to escape the noisy, crowded bar. Daruza, it turns out, had bought the entire room for sensual recreation with this flirtatious little vixen. Ordering his guards to remain outside the curtained den and commanding for fresh food and drink to be brought in immediately, the bloated sultan and his new pet disappeared beyond the curtain and into the cozy environs of the lounge.
    "I think this will suit our own interests very well, won't it, my morsel?" Daruza burbles, his massive belly rumbling against the girl's svelte frame. "Now what is your name? What shall I call the delectable little beauty I have just purchased this entire lounge for?" He coos to her, stroking the side of her delicate face with a slimy hand.
    Amá gasps in delight. No one had ever shown her such appreciation and admiration before, certainly not someone so wealthy as the Hutt she had become affiliated with exceedingly quickly. She can't believe what's happening, it's all too amazing. Not only is she attracted to the slimy, smelly slug, but she is relishing his company. As they disappear behind a curtain, the busty blonde settles down and stands right in front of the Hutt, pressing her smooth, toned belly into his warty, squelching folds. She can feel the digestion of hideous delicacies rumbling away in his stomach, and rattles through her delicate form. Blushing as he strokes her face gently, the girl replies. "A-Amá, my name's Amá. And who do I have the luxury of talking to? Mmmmmm?" she breathed on his face, getting closer, stroking one of his bigger warts near his crabby, cavernous, scum-ridden lips. "You are a very handsome Hutt, I hope you realise that."
    "I am Daruza," The Hutt lord announces with a belch, the hot, reeking stench of his breath coughing out and onto Amá's pretty face. Licking his lips in a most overt fashion, the satisfaction splayed clearly on his arrogant and revolting face, Daruza ran a few chubby fingers along the small of her back, teasing at her body with gentle pleasure and enjoying her own sultry attraction for his ugly, misshapen form. "But in time, you may come to call me something else entirely..." Daruza rumbles enigmatically, another liquid chuckle sounding around his bloated mass, rocking her trim and comely form against him clumsily.
    Her hand flowing along her wart-ridden, glistening flesh caused Daruza to moan in appreciation, his oozing lips opening slightly as a series to slurping, squelching noises emanated from the befouling haven, the Hutt gangster's own loathsome, corruption-ridden tongue poking out and licking at her hand in perverse glee, a gasping sigh chasing the disgusting motion soon after.
    She tastes as good as she looks. Daruza thinks to himself before he briefly considers just how delicate the rest of her treasured offerings will likely be, once he has her totally in his clutches. Her hand now coated in a film of slime, Daruza continued to hug Amá against his massively overweight form, watching in amusement as several of the bar servants entered the lounge and set up a spread of several hovering platters and aquarium bowls of live appetisers for the vile slug and pitchers of sparking, exotic refreshments. Booming his approval, the slovenly slug's pudgy arm continued to go from her back and slightly moved to cup at her full and shapely , yet firm, rear. The glazed look in his eyes were smug and full of controlled perversions.
    "I am most handsome indeed, little Amá," Daruza burbled with arrogance oozing in his voice. "But you are a most sensual damsel yourself. I think you'll manage to endure my advances just fine." And now the Hutt groped her ample and toned butt hungrily, lustfully, stubby fingers fumbling at her with desire and want. "Are you enjoying my...intentions?"
    He snorted loudly, flecks of smelly, thick, green snot dispersing, droplets of the foul stuff splattering upon Ama's sculpted features as the Hutt's fat tail wiggled with glee.
    Amá trembled in excitement. "I would call you Master, and live as your personal slave, exalted one." She leaned in closer and planted a kiss on his uneven face, rubbing her breasts against his chest and massaging it with the generous mounds.
    Enjoying the Hutt's affections, she leans in even closer and blows, moving her hips from side to side to create a squelching chorus. "Let me serve you...mighty Daruza..." Amá leapt off the dais and retrieved a squirming, giant warty frog from a snackquarium and offered it to the Hutt, sighing in pleasure as she pressed herself against his foul, vile, heaving mass. This time she leaned in as she moved to feed him with the wriggling delicacy. It felt horrid in her grasp, cold and wet, with a terrible, musky odour eminating from it's uneven hide. "I would serve you far better than any of your current Harem girls, I promise you that," the blonde added submissively, eagerly massaging his smelly chest.
    A surprised grunt escapes the Hutt's slurping throat as the seductive Amá moved with amazing fluidity, her wide hips grinding against his warty, flabby bulk, a symphony of squelches and glorps of slimy pleasure sounding as Daruza basked in the wayward attention of his new, willing prize. A voluntary pleasure slave then. The Hutt lord muses, snaking both arms now companionably around the busty blonde's trim physique, rocking her against his bloated belly and groaning in sensual bliss. Her kiss, which takes the greasy, odorous taste of his flesh back into her mouth, amuses the might Daruza greatly and he squeezed her ass more forcefully as he felt her voluminous breasts press and wiggle against the fatty rolls of his chest, the tight cleavage stained with the gross remnants of the Hutt's last hungry binge.
    "I enjoy being served, little Amá," Daruza burbled merrily, relinquishing his hold about the girl somewhat hesitantly and watching her skip playfully over to one of the aquarium bowls to fetch him something to eat. There were few things more appealing to the Hutt lord and his carnal vices, than watching a pretty and sensual female feeding him his ugly, squirming treats, as she hefted up a big, wart-covered frog from the spiced waters and sauntered back over the gluttonous sultan and presses back into his chubby arms.
    "Looks delicious, kahnkee," Daruza gurgled, opening his gaping maw wide and blasting his new pleasure slave with a humid blast of rank and stinking air. The Hutt lord's breath is especially revolting, bred from his atrocious diet and his lack of personal hygiene, the puffs of ghastly stench drift towards Amá's flaring nostrils as he continues to manhandle her with clumsy pleasure. From the puddles of oozing, grimy slime that comprise the Hutt's saliva, a slithering, pustule-ridden tongue flopped out, drifting towards the offered frog and gingerly caressing the musky hide of the terrified creature. Encircling the croaking appetizer with his foul and strong tongue, Daruza brung the pitiful snack back towards his putrid maw and savoured its frenzied struggles for a moment or two before finally swallowing it whole with a terrible glunk.
    Smacking his lips, Daruza beamed down upon the pretty girl, his long, thick tail now drifting and rising to stroke affectionately at her smooth thigh. "Most delectable, my little slave Amá. Bring me another treat. Something...aggressive, and different, and bring the whole dish to me this time." He loved ordering his slaves around, even the pretty ones whom he intended to keep all to himself. It stroked his already accomplished ego and status to watch beings submit to his control and authority, especially those who were more than willing to do so.
    "Who knows? I might reward you for feeding me later...if you're good." And with a sudden dart of his filthy, vile tongue, Daruza gave the lovely Amá a small lick upon her cheek, a taste of his future affections towards her. "Please your master, and I'll please you, kahnkee."
    "Y-yes, Master...of course."
    Her submission was sudden, dramatically so, but expected, at least by the vile Hutt who was taken back somewhat by her unusual affections. Even his own kind despised one another at the best of times, to have a human - a gorgeous female - willingly spend her time in his presence was baffling to say the least. As a collective, Hutts could feel pleasure four times as potent than any other species in the galaxy, and as such their lustful intentions were a thing of legend. Certain individuals such as Jabba and Kalu Desilijic Tiure were known for their particular interests in female humanoid slaves, concubines if you will, and Daruza was no different. In the space of twenty minutes, Amá - a scavenger, stowaway and a small-time thief - had been turned into a Hutt's prized pleasure slave.
    Consumed by his lust, Daruza decided it was time to leave and return to Carnovia. The Hutt and his lovely, blonde slave had been in the private lounge for over five hours, enjoying each other's company. She was far better than any common Twi'lek girl, and would be a fantastic addition to his harem. There, he would take pride in introducing Amá to the other harem girls - hopefully they would get along and mesh together. "It's time to leave, my kahnkee."
    Amá returned the now empty plate, stained by a glowing, pulsating green slime to where she originally retrieved it and awaited the Hutt's orders.
    Daruza waved his stubby hand and boomed something in Huttese that the young blonde failed to understand. The curtain creased up as the Hutt's majordomo appeared, the noise of the cantina arriving and departing in the blink of an eye as the curtain collapsed again. "I am here your worshipfulness."
    The Hutt grumbled, his voice resonating throughout Amá's body. As he spoke in his own language, the majordomo - now revealed to be a human - turned rather sharply to face her and translated. "His high exaltedness, Daruza, wishes to leave the bar and return to Carnovia at once...and you are to be escorted with him on his luxurious cruiser."
    Her stomach suddenly gurgled and ached, forcing her to contort her pleasant lips into an expression displaying her hunger. The Hutt noticed this, his amber-orange eyes widening. "...And he also wishes to have a banquet served in celebration of your newfound servitude."
    C14RK was the Hutt's majordomo, but he wasn't human, nor was organic. One of the few Human Replica Droids not affiliated with Onadax Weapon Technologies, C14RK or "Clark" as his Master sometimes called him, was built from the ground up by the slimy Hutt, and employer, Daruza Lyroxo of the Shell Hutt Kajidic. It was a little known fact that the Hutt crime lord, when not indulging in the roots of his crime and black market enterprises, was quite the engineer and inventor, a rare trait in his species. It was this talent for tinkering and optimizing machines that allowed him to create C14RK from virtually nothing, using schematics stolen from HRD research labs on Onadax and splicing and moulding the droid's exoskeleton with a little Hutt Cartel ingenuity and cunning.
    He was designed to be charming, sophisticated and politely spoken, present at the Hutt's private business meetings and charged with maintaining a constant presence in his court in his palace on Carnovia. He was a translator first and foremost, responsible for translating the words of his Master into whatever language of the recipient favoured, whether it be the language of common galactic trade or that of their homeworld. Most of Daruza's business partners were fellow Hutts and greedy, squabbling Nemoidians - anyone who either desired a loan or safe passage through the Carnovia System, which the slimy gangster ruled unchallenged.
    The Hutt's hover dais was surrounded once more by the seven guards and escorted out of the private, VIP lounge. It had served him well, and after having a rather miserable start in the cantina bar, the Hutt's thick, unusually long tail flapped jovially, eager to feel the touch of the gorgeous blonde as she happily walked alongside the hover dais. The sparkle in her azure-blue eyes was genuine, displaying her excitement and vigour. Years of starvation, suffering, the fear of being caught smuggling herself aboard a ship disappeared from her memory, for she was finally safe, and had discovered a new, exciting life for herself.
    Daruza's luxurious cruiser was top notch, rumoured to have been based on a design by Rugess Nome, a Bith with exceptional knowledge of starship engineering. Following his mysterious death, a couple of scavengers discovered the Bith's blueprints in his retreat on Bal'demnic a few decades before the Hutt came in possession of them. An avid engineer himself, he followed Nome's plans and - after adding a few, minor alterations - had the luxurious cruiser built by a team of engineers. It resembled a sail barge, with the crimson overhaul design, and the symbol of Daruza's family insignia on the hull.
    It was massive, designed to accommodate guests of the Hutt, complete with over five-hundred cabins that would've satisfied the royalty of Naboo and Zygeeria, as well as the wealthiest of Coruscant's skyline-plaza community that made a mockery of the unaffectionately labelled 'poor' outer-rim territories. There was a spa, sauna, pool and a multitude of bars that boasted a wide selection of cocktails and beverages from the farthest, remotest corners of the galaxy, designed to please a wide range of species with plenty of credits in their oversized pockets.
    The Bith, Rugess Nome, took a particular interest in the hyperdrives of starships, and worked tirelessly to improve their efficiency and performance. The luxurious cruiser, now owned by the Hutt Lord, made a mockery out of the renowned designer's original blueprints. Instead of weapons armories and hologram-projection meeting rooms, pleasure lounges and massive buffets were installed, allowing Daruza to gorge his insatiable appetite on long, exhausting journeys across the cosmos.
    Unbeknownst to the gangster, the original plans contained a secret. Sith artifacts and meditation rooms were concealed within the blueprints, storage facilities designed to harbour ancient, powerful Sith Holocrons - dangerous, soul-corrupting objects that preserved knowledge of countless Dark Lords from previous centuries. Darth Tenebrous, as he was known only by one other individual, was growing increasingly popular in the decades before Amá's birth. He was particularly popular amongst his own people, Biths, and members of the IBC (Intergalactic Banking Clan).
    His wealth and frighteningly advanced knowledge of the dark side had earned him countless enemies over the one-hundred and fifty years of his extended life; one of those being Black Sun. The underground crime syndicate knew of the Sith, but had no idea that they had survived into the modern age, disguised as important individuals - concealing their true identities. Working from the shadows, Darth Tenebrous and his apprentice, Darth Plagueis, worked together to discover the secret of achieving immortality through essence transfer, an ancient power long lost after the destruction of the Sith Order over a thousand years ago.
    The Hutts cared little for the Sith, but greatly feared them in that they were insignificant when compared to their tyrannical oppression. Daruza himself was greatly aware of the Jedi Order's influence over the galaxy, but knew nothing of the Sith. In his eyes, the blue and green stick-wielding monks were a nuisance, disrupting his trade and limiting his wealth. Even though it was substantial, the Jedi had, by 43BBY, begun to spread into Hutt Space, even daring to infiltrate the Carnovia System - Daruza's home. Hutts were creatures of leisure, not war-mongering behemoths like their old enemy, the Jedi.
    After a brisk, ten minute journey, the slobbering gangster and his entourage - Amá by his side - came to the entrance of the cruiser. Her eyes washed over the entire hull, absorbing the grandness of it all. During her travels she had never come across such luxury, and she was eager to explore the interior.