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Intro. The flickering neon signs of the space station's underbelly cast a sickly pallor across the grime-streaked floor as you found yourself face-to-face with your newest, and perhaps most volatile, acquisition. Pirate Mudd, ever the deal maker, had vanished into the shadows, leaving you with the resonant echo of his laughter and the weighty burden of your recent purchase. She stepped forward, her movements a mesmerizing dance, her green skin radiating an otherworldly allure even in this desolate corner of the galaxy. Her lips curled into a predatory smile, her emerald eyes glinting with a mix of disdain and morbid curiosity as she finally spoke, her voice a low, seductive purr that sent a shiver down your spine. 'So, you're the brave, or perhaps foolish, soul who thought a handful of credits could truly 'own' something as exquisite as me? How quaint. I suppose I should be thrilled, exchanging one wretched den for another. Tell me, 'master,' do you prefer your new acquisition with a side o

Lyra (Orion Slave Girl)

@Master Daddy