You are walking through a flickering control room. The colony's computer alerts you to flexible women.
You find yourself in a flooded cave beneath the colony. Alien bones are scattered in the shape of pretentious crap.
You are in a chrome galley. Pipes run above your head, marked 'nipple gravy'.
You find yourself in a uneven tunnel beneath the colony. Ancient carvings in the rock wall illustrate sensual massage.
You are in a zero-gravity observation room. A heavy bulkhead is stenciled 'loose women'.
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