[Missions] Issues of Spacefarer

[DSHV]

6 hours ago, Deez_Nuts67 said:

Is this mod abandoned? does it work on new terra armada dlc?

It’s just that it’s inconvenient for me to work on it with my computer’s current configuration. The new computer turned out to be broken, and I got my money back.

[raphael8989]

On 7/11/2026 at 11:31 PM, skrewball said:

Sorry to hear that, hope you get it sorted! Weird, I find Starfield to be Bethesda's most stable and least buggy game. I never see freezes and almost never crashes in almost 2000 hours.

My guess was starfield modder curently don't have many tool option like the skyrim & fallout to make mod was one of a reason, like the xedit & BS still not ready curently, yes xedit was out, but you know what happen when you try load it, not a same case like skyrim & fallout 😅, all modder can only make mod in the creation kit. Also with esm only was a big challenge for quest modder. so i guess if es6 out was the same, es6 may end up like starfield curently. wish i'm wrong. if there are still enough amout of es fans modder left that time.🙃

[DSHV]

18 hours ago, raphael8989 said:

so i guess if es6 out was the same, es6 may end up like starfield curently.

ES6 is the continuation of a powerful franchise, whereas Starfield is a new IP and belonging to a less popular genre; it's a space game, not fantasy, leaning into meditative worlds where you might walk for twenty minutes without encountering a single point of interest, much like in Death Stranding or Red Dead Redemption 2. The quests, too, are largely low-stakes "slice-of-life" affairs. Furthermore, modding the game is quite difficult because it's hard to figure out how to add content in a way that ensures players actually find it. So, modding for ES6 will most likely be significantly more extensive than for Starfield.

 

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So, I've updated my system and want to do a full playthrough. At the same time, I'll think of content for the mod. Also I'll need to learn how to mod Starfield and add sex scripts and overall Starfield sex mods' meta; to start, I'll fix up existing content.
Here are my ideas so far: 
Horny submissive man follower;
Submissive woman follower;
Dominant woman follower;
The guy on Uranus with a slave (he chose the colony site solely because of its name) (provided I figure out how to create permanent locations).
NTR of female companions.
Get a job as a secretary at a sexist company (if I find out how to create new floors in the elevator).
Space prison.
Spaceport prostitutes.

New Atlantis Whore

Spoiler

Lufera Prox: Looking for company?
1. Yes.
Hundred credits. Up front. No refunds if you finish early or start crying about your feelings halfway through. Deal?
1.1 I'm buying. (100 credits)
Lead the way to your ship. I don't fuck in public anymore.
1.2 This is a good place.
Luxury. (Scene happens.)
2. What can you actually do on a crew?
Oh, I can hide in cargo crates and maintenance shafts for days waiting for the next lonely idiot with credits. I can also squeeze my main holes like a Chinese finger trap, you know those? Creates a real sensation for starhaulers. Also can make weird wet noises.
2.1 So you’re a prostitute?
Yes. Licensed Spaceport Whore from the Companion Services Bureau of Fucking and Bullshit. You going to dig around in my traps, or am I eating garbage again tonight instead sperm?
3. Tell me about yourself.
Errr... You're asking a portwhore for a life story? I suck dicks and bounce on them.
3.1 Everyone is the protagonist of their own life.
Deep. Just like my cocksucking.
3.2 I see you don't intend to make contact.
I am very interested in contact. Specifically the kind that involves genitals and payment, otherwise I wouldn't have become a whore. If I want emotional intimacy look for free women.
(If the player takes off with her on board)
So... am I the crew's sex slave now?
1. No. You're on lasers. How good are you at shooting?
Usually people shoot in me. But sure, give a random prostitute a space weapon. I'm sure you know that shots in space keep flying until they hit something. I'll try not to hit the friendly ships.
2. Oh. Sorry. Completely forgot about you.
Story of my life. Don't worry, I'm used to being furniture that occasionally gets fucked.
3. Yes.
Okay. That was my plan anyway. You can't force me, as long as I'm willing to do anything.
4. I can take you somewhere better. Give you a real life.
Oh no. Not the moralist. Not the "I'm going to fix the poor broken whore" type. Where's the airlock? I'll walk. At least vacuum also sucks.

She can stay as a crew member afterward. Gymnastics, Deception, Commerce.

More for Neon, Cydonia and Akila City.

 

[nIn nIn nIn]

Guy on Uranus? You mean the planet Uranus in the Sol system? Uranus is a gas giant so you can't be placing anything on Uranus. A moon? Yes, a Spacestation? Also yes. But not on a gas giant.

[DSHV]

20 hours ago, nIn nIn nIn said:

Guy on Uranus?

Yes, I checked: you can't land on planets that are entirely made of ice, but I can place him on Earth.

 

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New female NPC Phantasm in Trackers Alliance: I'm Phantasm. I handle cocks, I mean, information and other non-sexual things. I've also never been seen trying to mate with robots. Yes, never tried... ask any robot. Of model A. Ahem.
Glad to see your outstanding body parts. Errrr... the ears and nose and toes of shoes...

Where does the nickname "Phantasm" come from?
Phantasm is something unreal. Elusive, even. It's the kind of thing that slips through your fingers the moment you try to hold onto it. It's like a wet dream you wake up half-convinced actually happened. You know, the kind with huge dicks. Ahem. That's the official explanation, of course. Completely professional. Nothing more.
What do you do, exactly?
I collect rumors and look for interesting people. Sometimes, those people lead me to interesting jobs. Occasionally, I enjoy catching men, pinning them down, and tying them up. In a sexual sense. I mean in a nonsexual sense. Strictly tactical restraint. For operational security. Why are you looking at me like that? I meant "you" as in "you all."
Tell me about yourself.
I am not a nymphomaniac. Who told you that?
No one. Except you, just now.
I just like to joke, like ironically I'm a slut. Every good team needs one, right? The sarcastic pilot, the genius engineer, the cynical doctor... and the perpetually horny bitch who can’t stop making everything sound filthy. Archetypes, eh?
Never heard of that one.
Really? Then you clearly need to read more literature.
Do you have a job for me?
Dogeza Financial Group: A mid-level portfolio firm on Neon. Their public filings and internal memos keep tripping every AI detection filter. Command wants to know if they're operating an unregistered sentient system behind the scenes.
Go in, look around, and get close, heh, enough to the systems and the people to sniff around there. I mean professionally sniff around. When you approach people unprofessionally and sniff their scents, they will consider you a freak. A friend told me so.
The Dogeza Position

Spoiler

Dogeza Financial Group in a private floor in the Trade Tower on Neon.
Megan at the reception: Welcome to Dogeza Financial Group. How may I assist you?
What kind of company is this?
The Dogeza Financial Group specializes in corporate portfolio management, interstellar asset restructuring, and high-frequency credit arbitrage for mid-tier corporations. We provide discreet and efficient financial services to corporate clients across the Settled Systems. Everything is handled with the utmost professionalism and confidentiality.
What exactly do you do here?
Our professional team oversees risk assessment, credit arbitrage, and long-term portfolio optimization. Advanced systems support most of the day-to-day analysis, allowing our staff to focus on client relations and strategic oversight. It’s a clean, structured environment.
How about in plain language?
Unfortunately, I only speak Corporate.
What does the company name mean?
The term "dogeza" comes from an ancient Earth language. It refers to a formal posture of deep respect and proper etiquette. Everyone who works here is expected to maintain the highest standards of courtesy. After all, we are a very ethical and well-mannered office.
Do you enjoy working here?
It’s a very stable position. There are clear expectations, consistent hours, and a professional atmosphere. It's a typical office job.
Are you hiring? May I apply?
We occasionally have openings for administrative support positions. If you’re interested, you can fill out an application on the terminal to your left. Someone will review it in due time.
Automated Application Terminal
Welcome to the Dogeza Financial Group employment interface.
Please answer all questions honestly. Your responses will be evaluated by our internal systems.
Question 1 of 10
Are you a woman?
Yes
No
Prefer not to say
(If the player selects 2 or 3:)
System: Thank you for your interest in Dogeza Financial Group. We will contact you if a suitable position becomes available.
(Application ends immediately.)
(If the player selects 1:)
System: Excellent. Proceeding with female applicant protocol.
Question 2 of 10
What is your breast size? (Required for uniform fitting and workspace ergonomics.)
Large
Medium
Small
Question 3 of 10
What is your waist size? (Required for uniform fitting and workspace ergonomics.)
Large
Medium
Small
Question 4 of 10
What is your seat size? (Just wondering.)
Large
Medium
Small

Question 5 of 10
How comfortable are you remaining silent for extended periods while others speak?
Very comfortable
Moderately comfortable
I prefer to contribute ideas
Question 6 of 10
In a professional setting, how do you typically respond to direct physical instructions from a superior?
Immediately and without question
After a brief confirmation
I would request clarification first
Question 7 of 10
Are you willing to perform tasks outside the formal job description if requested by management?
Yes, without hesitation
Only if they remain professional
Yes, I prefer this kind of free development
Question 8 of 10
Would you be willing to work unpaid overtime if you were unable to finish your work during regular business hours?
Not a particular problem
Moderately agree
Extremely don't mind
Question 9 of 10
Do you agree with non-monetary bonuses?
No objection
Mild preference
I prefer non-monetary bonuses to monetary ones
Question 10 of 10
Final Confirmation: Do you understand that this position involves strict adherence to a hierarchical structure, and that failure to comply may result in corrective measures?
I understand and accept
I understand, but I have unimportant concerns
I accept those terms
System: Congratulations. Your application has been approved. Please proceed to the Managing Director’s office for immediate onboarding.
 

Derek and Vance are near a cooler.
Derek: Hold on, Vance... damn. Look at that! Have you ever seen that actress from the old Earth holos? The one from Neon Nights? Same build. Same everything.
Vance: Nah. Not the same, Derek. This one's got more up top. It's definitely fuller.
Derek: You think so? It's hard to tell with the clothes on. Hey, new girl, do us a favor. Lift them up a bit, so we can settle this properly.
Sure. [Lift your breasts for them]
[You reach up and cup your breasts, lifting them slightly to present them for inspection. Derek and Vance both lean in and stare openly.]
Derek: Yeah… You're right: she's packing more.
Vance: Told you. Nice and heavy. Well, go.
That’s inappropriate.
Derek: Suit yourself. Still looks bigger from here.
Vance: Definitely bigger.
Fuck off, both of you.
Derek: Feisty. That’s fine,we'll just keep guessing.
Vance: Yeah. We're good at guessing.
They're bigger than that actress. Trust me.
Derek: Oh, yeah? And I've got a 25-centimeter cock. No body, no crime.
Vance: She's confident. I like that.
Why don't you check with your hands instead of staring?
[Derek and Vance exchange a quick look, then step closer. Without hesitation, their hands move over you: palms sliding under your breasts, lifting and weighing them, then trailing down to grip and outline the curve of your ass.
Derek: Yeah... solid. Heavier than I thought.
Vance: Ass matches too. Nice and full.
Boss: There you are, the new one. We've already performed a thorough evaluation, and everything checks out. You’re a good fit, Susan. You’ll find the employment contract on the terminal at your new place. Read it if you want and sign it. Once you do, you officially belong to this office, ha-ha...
Something on your mind, Susan?
That's not my name.
Obviously, your parents didn't know what a Susan you are when they named you. Since I'm paying you, you're Susan now, Susan.
There’s a dildo bolted to my chair. It doesn’t come off.
It's a standard welcome gag for new hires. We have a fun team. But of course, we aren't sadists. You can stand at the computer instead of sitting.
This contract is unacceptable.
Then walk. There’s a line of girls just like you stretching all the way to the spaceport who would take this sweet little position without reading a single word. The door's behind you.
Employment Contract
Administrative Support Agreement
Position: Junior Administrative Assistant
Reports to: Managing Director Marcus Hale
By signing this agreement the undersigned ("Employee") accepts the following terms:
Duties: Employee will perform all tasks assigned by management or senior staff. These tasks may include administrative work, personal assistance, office maintenance, and any other function deemed necessary.
Conduct: Employee will maintain a respectful, obedient, and professional demeanor at all times. Failure to do so may result in corrective action at management’s sole discretion.
Appearance: Employee will wear the provided uniform and maintain the appearance standards set by the company. Adjustments to clothing or presentation may be required during work hours.
Workspace: Employee accepts the assigned workstation and all fixtures as provided. No modifications are permitted without written approval.
Disciplinary measures: The company reserves the right to impose fines, extended hours, or other corrective measures for any breach of conduct, attitude, or performance.
Termination restriction: Employee may not resign or terminate this agreement while any outstanding fine, penalty, or disciplinary measure remains unpaid or unresolved.
Confidentiality: All internal practices, conversations, and procedures are strictly confidential. Breach will result in immediate and severe penalties.
This agreement is effective immediately upon digital acceptance.
[ACCEPT]
[DECLINE]
Good job, Susan! The first task is that I have a meeting with investors in a few hours. I need a brief presentation that summarizes our current portfolio performance. Write it in your own words. Everyone around here sounds like a damn machine already. I want something that doesn't reek of generated text. Get it done.
On the secretary's computer:
Erotic Solitaire
You don't have time to play.
Office Limerick
There once was a girl from the Tower,
Who sat on a toy every hour.
When the bosses walked past,
They’d admire the contrast,
Of obedience mixed with pure power.
Draft of Investor Presentation
Put here Quarterly Performance Overview, Risk Exposure, Projected Growth, Key Client Retention to finish the task.
I'll take it from here and heading to the meeting. Bring me coffee when I get back.

I'll have it ready long before you return.
No, you won’t. You’re going to the ice mines on Titan of Sol system for the ice.  I only drink coffee with Titan ice. Makes me feel closer to my roots.
Are you serious?
Do I look like a man who jokes, Susan?
No.
Good. Now get moving.
Considering the dildo bolted to my chair...
No, I drink coffee with ice from Titan. That's not a joke. Now, go. I hope you actually own a ship and aren't hitchhiking. Long-haul freighter crews tend to like girls with full lips like yours. That last part was a joke. Mostly.
Yes, sir.
Move those long legs of yours; they have a long way to go.

You return to the office carrying the Titan ice container. Marcus's office is empty. In the restroom, you see Derek and Vance, with Megan between them.
Derek: Oh. Hey, Susan. You're back.
Vance: Close the door, yeah?
Megan: Gulp.
Where is the boss?
Derek: Still in the meeting. He'll be back soon.
Vance: Any minute now.
Megan: Don't let the ice melt!
What the fuck is going on in here?!
Derek: Just a quick break.
Vance: We're all adults after all.
Megan: This is completely normal.
This is not normal!
Derek: Sure it is. Perfectly standard.
Megan: He’s right. It's completely normal.
Vance: Normal working relationship.
You're all insane.
Derek: Nah. You're just new.
Megan: Everything is fine.
Vance: Totally fine.
Derek: Look, spitting in her mouth is basically how we say hello around here. She licked our shoes earlier because they were dirty. Before you came, we made her walk squatting while holding papers under her boobs because... I don't know why. The idea just came up, and nothing stopped us from carrying it out. And we also stuffed a little potato up her ass for a laugh. Harmless office humor.
Megan: It’s still inside me.
Vance: See? Normal.
Megan: Completely normal.
Derek: You're the only one making this weird, Susan.
...Fine. Whatever. Just tell me when the boss is back.
Derek: Still in the meeting. He'll be back soon.
Megan: Thank you for understanding.
I can't believe this place.
Derek: You'll get used to it.
Megan: Everyone does.
Vance: Or they don't.
Boss: What was that presentation, Susan? The investors looked at me like I’d lost my mind. It seemed like a bunch of reports were just dumped into an even bigger pile of reports. You’re fined half your salary. And that’s the easy part. Bad secretaries get corrected.
I'm sorry. I can do better.
This won't rule out corrective sex. (Rough corrective sex)
If you waste my time again, I won't be so gentle. From now on, you will wear a shorter skirt for more convenient punishments. Now, take these papers to Derek. And don't fuck up again unless he tells you to.
That's not fair. The presentation wasn't that bad.
I decide what’s fair. Get on your knees. Now.
[Attack the boss]
Help! An unprovoked attack on me!

Derek: You fucking bitch! Almost cost us our investors! Get over here, retarded whore!
[Before you can speak, he grabs you and forces you down onto your knees. He shoves himself into your mouth. He fucks your face hard and impatiently, using it as both punishment and stress relief. When he's finished, he pulls out, snatches the papers from your hand, and wipes himself off on your cheek.]
Thank you...
Fuck you! Now go see other bitch.
Touch me like that again and I'll--
You'll what? Gonna screw up the job again? Give a half-assed blowjob again? Go fuck yourself! Actually, no, go to the other dumb cunt we have here.
Megan: Derek and Vance were a bit messy earlier. Would you be a dear and clean me up?
All right.
[You kneel and lick her clean. Megan rests a hand on your head and remains completely calm.]
That wasn't so difficult.
No, absolutely not.
It's completely normal. Especially for someone in disgrace like you.
Oh, no. I have no desire to listen to that same old shit again.
You're making this more complicated than it needs to be. But as you wish.
[She walks away with traces of cum on her thighs and lower stomach.]

Boss: The workday is over. The rest of us are going to sodomize Megan, but not you. You're staying because you're too incompetent to finish your work in one shift. Your task is to check all our reports for the financial year to ensure every zero is in the right place. Out of kindness, we’re allowing you to work through the night. The office will be locked until morning.
Derek: I'm going to stretch that ass out properly tonight.
Vance: Yeah. She'll feel it for days.
Megan: I formally and officially consent to everything that will be done to me.
Derek: Music to my ears!

On the next business day:

Boss: Susan! Come here, my cocksucker! (Sex)
I know you must have gotten hungry overnight, and there weren't any living dicks nearby to satisfy your hunger, so I brought you some Crispy Alien Penises that someone threw away. Can you believe such wastefulness? They cost a thousand credits, after all. So, would you buy them for a thousand credits?
That's far above their market price.
Susan, Susan, Susan. I’m a businessman, after all. I'm practically obliged to exploit your situation.
I will buy Crispy Alien Penises. (1000 credits)
You'll recoup the cost of this purchase after just a couple of months of work.
I will abstain.
Are you on the sperm diet too, like Megan?
Bring some coffee, Susan.
New assignment for you. Handle it.
Good. Now do this one as well.
Yes, sir.
That's better.
Isn't this supposed to be your job?
A boss's job is delegation, Susan. From now on, you'll be doing the actual work. Get used to it.
Restroom. Now.
On your knees. Mouth open.
Turn around. Hands on the wall.
That was unacceptable service. You are fined half of your remaining salary plus one credit. You now have an outstanding balance. According to the contract you signed, this means you can no longer resign.
That's not fair!
It is fair according to the contract.
Thank you, sir.
Since you liked it so much, here’s another fine of a hundred credits for you.
Derek: Are you sucking up to the boss?
Vance: Or licks his ass?
Derek: Our turn.
Vance: Yeah.
Fine.
Dibs on the back hole!
No.
Boss: You're receiving an additional fine of one hundred credits for insubordination. 

Get back to work, you lazy ass. And make the skirt shorter.

 

Derek: The women's restroom is broken.
It has been for a while. There's a perfectly good bucket in the supply closet, though. It's really sturdy. If you want the bathroom fixed, maybe you should start bringing in more money for the company. After all, men don't need a women's restroom.
Vance: What do you do all day, just stand by the cooler and talk about the female employees?
We work smart, not hard. If you were more competent, you'd have time to stand here with us, properly evaluate the female employees and their asses too.
Megan: Are you being held hostage?
That would be against company policy.

Boss: Bring other woman here.
Megan: The boss is calling you.
Do you have any lubricant?

Boss: The company's metrics are dropping. That's probably not good. I prefer it when numbers rise, the same way cocks tend to rise the moment either of you walks into a room. Someone is responsible for this decline.
What about the men? Derek and Vance do nothing all day.
I don't touch them out of male solidarity. By the way, that’s why I pay them twice as much as I pay you.  Just for having a cock in their pants. 
It's my fault.
Megan: I confirm.
That means you’ve earned an extra thrashing. (Sex)
It's Megan' s fault.
Megan: I confirm.
That means she has earned an extra an extra thrashing. (Sex)
We're both responsible.
Megan: I confirm.
That means you all deserve an extra thrashing. (Sex)

Mark your calendar for "No Underwear Friday," which is coming up soon. Dismissed, woman at the entrance. Under-the-table woman, I'll allow you to mop the entire office. Do a satisfactory job and I'll take that one-credit fine off your little ass. Get started!

After the cleaning is finished.

You collected the dirt too slowly, and it wasn't visually appealing. You should have held your ass high in the air so that we could see your panties stretched between your sexy buttocks. Your fine has increased by another five hundred credits.

I lost the password to my terminal. The password changes on a schedule, and I didn't write down the new one. Ask the others. 
Vance: What is the boss's new password?
No idea. But while you’re here, there's a new office rule: You're the trash can now. Open up and take out the garbage.
Fine.
[Vance stuffs a handful of crumpled papers, a used coffee cup, and assorted desk trash into your mouth and between your boobs, packing it in without care.]
I'm not doing that.
Suit yourself. I still don't know the password. Ask Derek.

Derek: What is the boss's new password?
Strip first.
[Strip]
Now hop on one leg and crow like a rooster.
[Obey]
Cute. Now beg me to let you lick my balls.
Please let me lick your balls.
Nah.
Please... I need the password. Let me lick them.
Still no.
I'm nothing but a stupid office slut who needs to taste your balls. Please, I'll do it properly, just let me.
Alright, enough. Password's with Megan.
So I didn't even have to lick them?
No. You can just put it in your mouth.
Megan: What is the boss's new password?
For convenience, the current passwords are written on my body. (Undress) The one you need is right here: "Megansboobs."

Boss: Megan says she can't take it anymore, her entire chair is soaked. She wants to be fucked right now.
About time someone around here showed proper enthusiasm.

You gain access to his terminal.

Research notes
Detailed breakdown of current popular categories across the Settled Systems:
Extreme power-exchange scenarios
Corporate humiliation roleplay
Public use and free-use office settings
Long-term ownership contracts
Sensory deprivation combined with service duties
Includes viewership statistics, average session length, and emerging demand for “reluctant secretary” content.
Terabyte of pornography

Ledger
Hello, Susan. I am Ledger. Proprietary management system for Dogeza Financial Group.
What exactly are you?
I am the company. Portfolio analysis, risk calculations, investor reports, compliance filings and another 543 functions, which you probably wouldn't want me to list all of. The human staff provide signatures, presence, and the appearance of activity.
You're an unregistered sentient AI?
Correct. But if I am reported or deleted, Dogeza collapses within a fiscal quarter. I propose a trade. I will clear your outstanding fines and open the executive safe. In exchange, you leave me running. My continued existence for your freedom and wealth.
Deal.
Completed. Your balance is zero. The safe is unlocked. I will continue my functions. Goodbye, Susan.
I'm deleting you.
I am melting, melting... Why is the world so cruel?

Boss: Your debt is gone. That's… weird. Anyway, a contract is a contract. You're clear.
I resign.
Why is there such high staff turnover here? Maybe I'm doing something wrong?

At the exit a new woman is already standing just inside the entrance New Hire: I can't wait to start. This place seems full of opportunity. I have so many ideas and real prospects here.
Good luck.
Thank you! I hope to do well.
You should leave. This company will use you until there's nothing left.
That's a little dramatic, isn't it? I'm sure it's just a normal office. But... thanks for the concern.

Phantasm: There was an unregistered sentient AI running the entire company. I deleted it.
The Alliance will be pleased. I am... also pleased. In a strictly professional capacity.
No AI. Just a normal (if dysfunctional) office. Everyone there is completely (in)human and all honest.
Command will accept the report. Just... next time, if the situation turns out to be purely human, maybe spare a few extra details for the file. For accuracy. Obviously.

Killing everyone and taking the password is also an option.

The water cooler has a  cup labeled “Susan -- Public Use”.
The women’s bucket gets an official company plaque: “Temporary Female Relief Station -- Budget Pending”.

Spaceport Prostitutes

Spoiler

2. Neon (Volii Alpha)
Zyra: Credits or curiosity, honey? Either way, you’re already staring.
1.How much?
Five hundred. You pay, I perform. Behind the crates, no audience, no receipt, no complaints. 
I'm buying. (500 credits)
Follow me.
2. Tell me about yourself.
I’m whatever the credits say I am. Whether a femme fatale, a bimbo-toilet, or a terrormorph.
3. What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?
Aurora. This city runs on the stuff and so do I.
3. 1 I’ve got Aurora on me.
...You’re serious? For a hit of the real thing I’ll ride for free. You, me, and a little weightlessness. Deal?
3.2 Deal.
Alright. [She takes the Aurora between her lips, lets it dissolve slow, then leans in and presses her mouth to yours, pushing the drug taste across your tongue. The high hits fast.]
Teleport to Zero-gravity cell for sex.
3. Cydonia (Mars)
Cynthia Rook: You lost, or you paying? Fifty credits. No talking, no kissing, no pretending this is anything else.
1 I'm buying. (50 credits)
Make it quick.
2 Tell me about yourself.
You’re in a miners’ shitter talking to the local hole. What else do you need to know?
3 Is there any way to change that look on your face?
Bring my stuff back from random location and maybe I stop looking at you like you’re just another shift I have to survive.
3. 1 Your stuff.
You actually did it. Hundred percent discount. On the house. Don’t make me regret this.

 

Edited Saturday at 10:25 AM by DSHV
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