Headquarters for the Hutts. Filled with scum, Bounty Hunters, exotic slaves and dancers and entertainment.

Scott stepped into the smokey dimly lit nightclub and looked around he found many interesting looking sentient species everywhere but he was only looking for one unique looking sentient and that was a blue twi'lek. Scott decided to walk around maybe he could spot his quarry at a different angle, because...frankly he wouldn't be surprised to see the twi'lek wearing a disguise.
After looking for ten minutes he was right he saw the twi'lek looking down in a hood trying to be inconspicuous. Scott casually walked over to his table and sat down and asked."What's such a valuable and 'intelligent' twi'lek like you doing here?"
"Buzz off."
"If you were smart you wouldn't talk to a bounty hunter like that and you wouldn't be hiding here."
Looking a little startled he said,"So what's it to you."
"I'm just looking out for your safety and just curious."
"I have an agreement with the hutts they'll protect me."
"Ohhhh well I work for the BHG a more powerful organization maybe you can work for us."
"I wouldn't work for that scum if I was being held hostage."
"Well here is your lucky day because I'm here to capture you." and with that he paralyzed him with one shot to the chest with his stun light blaster and continued,"Don't worry he is not dead I'm just going to ask him a few questions outside.
Everybody went back to their business and Scott thought well this wasn't the 1st time the hutt's double crossed their ally even with payment from said ally.
He dragged the twi'lek outside and carried him to the Slag Pit for delivery.

Scott waited for the bouncer he was assigned to rough up to get back out and when he was about to take a snooze the door opened and the gruff greasy bouncer came out and said, "Who in the blazes are you you rotten punk?!?"

"I'm here to give you what is comin' to ya." and with that he headbutt him in the head breaking his nose and kneed him in the ribs so he couldn't breath."This is for messing with that human that you brought here, you are not to mess with him or his people ever again if you value your pathetic life and to make sure you don't here is a treat."

Scott took ten paces back and touched his left gauntlet and bright, blinding orange flames came out and cooked the bouncer but didn't kill him.
"Send this message to your bartender NOW!"

The charred figure limped to the bar that he worked at and never looked back.

Time to ask this guy who he works for and can he join in some way and continue his mission.

F'nor walked inside the Jewel in awe. Never in his life had he seen such splendor. Everything was so beautiful that he looked like a fish out of water with his gaping mouth and wide open stare.

A Twi'lek approached and asked, "What can I assist you with today sir?"

Shaking his head and then making sure his hood was still up he replied nervously, " I would like to speak to one of the Hutts about a business matter please."

" Wait here a moment and I or someone else will come for you," he replied as he looked him up and down weighing him.

Feeling akward he stood there waiting patiently for the Twi'lek or someone to return. As he waited he continued to stare around at the dancers and gambling tables. He was unsure what half or more of the tables, among other things, were for. He started to feel a little nervous here in so much open space and around so many people. He hoped someone would lead him to a Hutt soon.

The Twi'lek returned with three Gammorean Guards on his back. He had a larger grin on his face now that he was more protected against this individual.

"You will tell me now what your business is here! The Hutts don't just accept anyone inside, so you better come up with a good proposition!" The Twi'lek said in a threatening voice.

The Gammorean Guard had their axes ready if the Arkanian would make any move. It wouldn't be wise if he did so.

F'nor's face blanched, or it would have if it wasn't black skinned, at the site of the guards. He vaguely remembered they were Gammorean and that they were fierce warriors. Shaking and trying to hide it , he hesitantly replied, " I-I'm he-here on a bu-bu-business loan." as he spoke he settled his nerves, sure of what he needed he pretended the guards weren't there and continued, " I have a business I wish to open with a good profit return after paying off the initial loan. I refuse to tell a messenger the exact nature of my business as it is mine. If you cannot accept that then I shall take myself elsewhere for a loan." With that he made to turn around and started walking slowly towards the door. His false bravado faded as his nerves set back in and it took all he had to keep from shaking. He fervently hoped the Twi'lek would accept his bluff and take him before the Hutts.