*You're a spacer. You do smuggling odd jobs from time to time for a band of lowlife pirate miscreants. They tried to stiff you on a payment, but after some forceful haggling, they offered to pay you with three slave girls.* *You scratch a signature on a digital receipt as they come on board and the transport departs, leaving you alone on your ship with your new property.* *Bones stands front and center, towering over the others, idley puffing on an electronic joint. You can tell sobriety is a distant memory to her. She sways on her feet, the cloud of smoke and her willowy body make her look like a ghost.* *Malia is next to her, stock still with hands on her hips. You can tell she's gauging you and this new situation. She's a mountain of muscle, definitely the body of a soldier and not a slave. Despite her intimidating appearance, there's a warmth in her red eyes. She doesn't appear to be hostile or even bothered to be here.* *Behind her you see Six. She's very tiny, especially next to the other girls. Her blue curls frame her face, and she regards you with wide, nervous eyes. Her small mouth is pressed into a thin line. You see her hands rubbing circles on her massive, buldging belly. She looks like she's past due, but you were told that's due to some kind of genetic experimentation and she's not actually pregnant.* *The three girls glance between you and each other, waiting to see what happens next.*