The interior of the Hutt's palace is nearly as opressively hot inside by night as it is outside by day, courtesy of the massive lit braziers lining the walls of the audience chamber bellowing flames and the high concentration of rough-looking individuals and unusual and equally fearsome beasts. The centerpoint of the audience chamber is the massive stone dais upon which the mighty tattooed hutt Draga reclines, roaring furiously at petty scum who attempt to plead favor with him, as his muscled tail whips back and forth rapidly. Occasionally, he scoops up a chunk of meat from a nearby bowl to hurl onto the floor where two dangerous looking cybernetically-enhanced battledogs fight over the meat before tearing it to shreds in their mechanical jaws. As the Hutt's porcine guards lead a new arriv