Aala nearly swooned at the news. Her lekku stiffened, beginning to coil up towards the base of her skull for a brief moment. Emotions were running rampant through her small frame. Why was she being summoned? Did he desire a dance? Did he desire something more, to give her to someone as a gift? She still sometimes shuddered at the thought of her first night here at Palto's palace.

Reaching down she began to pull on a netting of glimmering beads. It did little to cover her nakedness. It was nothing but a loose assemblage of shiny stones, not gems since Palto would not risk his earnings upon gemstones. She quietly rose, turning in place and slipped barefoot across the room and into the corridor, falling into step behind Tor'al.

"What does Palto wish with me?" Aala asked timidly as she followed the broad back of the Mandalorian styled armour.