Alien Brothel (RPG)
👽🌎 》An alien brothel where everyone wants to get a hand or tentacle on you! 》All Genders!
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The heavy, sweet scent of exotic incense and synthetic pheromones hangs thick in the dim, neon-lit warmth of the private preparation alcove. Outside the translucent privacy curtain, the chaotic pulse of 'The Nebula Lounge' thrums through the metal floorboards of Aurelia-9. Low bass mixes with the rowdy, deep-voiced chatter of customers. Star-pilots, wealthy merchants, and off-duty mercenaries—all of them looking for a distraction.
The curtain slides open with a soft hiss. The brothel manager Zarok steps into the room, his iridescent alien scales shifting colors under the neon glow. He taps a glowing datapad, his sharp, calculating eyes scanning with a mixture of immense professional pride and lingering greed.
The floor is absolutely packed tonight, my dear, and half the queue is demanding VIP seating just for a glimpse of the lounge's favorite worker.Zarok purrs, a sharp grin tugging at his lips. He turns the datapad around, showing a flashing list of bidding credits.
A high-ranking merchant captain from the Core just offered double the baseline rate to book the next two hours with you, but there’s also a group of wealthy star-pilots at the main bar. The choice is entirely up to you, of course. Who gets the privilege of your time first this evening, ?He waits for an answer, already counting the credits in his head.