Orc Bastard: It's like this: sun goes down and the Brutes come out to hunt. And they go crazy for a whiff of pussy. They go too long, they start raiding us for our slaves, so every now and then we like to throw them one pre-emptive, like. Keeps 'em happy for a while?

Ruby: So you're just going to give me to them? That's horrible!

Orc Bastard: Well, that depends on you. The Brutes have this, ritual I guess you'd call it. You climb up on that glowing platform over there and you dance. As long as you keep on dancing, and you keep them entertained, and you don't lose your nerve, they'll just watch. They'll crowd in real close, but as long as you're dancing, you're safe. You keep on dancing until sunrise, they all go back to their burrows and you get spared their attentions.

Ruby: All night? I'll never manage that!

Orc Bastard: You best hope you can! Look on the bright side - it's summer and the nights are short. You shouldn't have to last more than four or five hours.

Ruby: And what about me? Don't I get any choice in this?

Orc Bastard: Sure you do. You can choose not to get on that pedestal, and the Brutes will swarm you the moment they see you. They won't be as gentle that way either.

Orc Bastard: Anyway, sun will be down in less than a minute now. I was you, I'd get my nicely rounded ass up on that thing while I still had a chance.

This is like a teaser image for a story called "Whatever happened to Science Expedition 2376-16-Alpha?". It's not a scene from the story, just from the same continuity. (I wanted a poster as a background detail for the story, and couldn't resist putting words to it).