Pyra was looking at me, a confused and surprised look on her face.
"You FOUND a station?" She asked, "Just floating in space? That's unbelievable, even for you."
"Well, it had nothing to do with my talent to find stuff or my connections," I responded, "It was an accident."
"I find this hard to believe," she said.
I told her the short version of what happened after I got the power core, the accident, and how it led to me literally stumbling on the station. Her look changed from surprise to excitement as I told her about the speed I achieved with the new core, then to terror as I explained the damage my ship had received. While we were talking, the station came into view, and Pyras chin hit the floor as I showed it to her.
I looked at my friend as she stood there, watching the Hermes getting closer. Her light brown skin and long black hair perfectly contrast the bright, silver piercings in her ear. Her dark green tank top, which spanned over her ample D-cup breasts, and the cargo shorts made her look like a car mechanic in some old earth movies. The slight contour of her muscles made her even more attractive. But something in my mind tried to get my attention. It was not that I wanted to be with her. I somehow wanted to be her. "Ok, that's weird; Stop that!" I thought and focused on the station in front of the window.
"Ok, now I get why you are so cautious about trackers." She said, nearly pressing her face on the window to get a better view of the growing station. "What was it used for? Is it still functional? What have you found in it? And... "
I interrupted the flood of questions with a finger and spoke to Max:
"Max, dock at Hermes and resume the energy transfer."
" Affirmative, sir," was his response.
Pyra's face was now even more curious than before. I told her that the internal reactor of Hermes was nearly out of Fuel and I needed to supply it with power. I also told her I explored some parts and found a room for myself, not telling her about the MedHands and LiveDream. All the while, Max maneuvered the ship to the dock.
"So you have only seen two decks? Did they at least have something interesting in them?" she asked.
"Aside from the bars and the orgy rooms, I found some interesting devices." I responded, "But first, let's find you a room, then I can show you something cool."
In that second, Max announced that docking was completed. Pyra still looked puzzled, so I told her more on the way to the elevator.
"This is what I call the garden," I said as we interred the round room. "It used to house plants, but they all died long ago. The doors lead to recreation rooms; some are like bars. Others are like big bedrooms with many sex toys, so I call them orgy rooms," I said with a grin. "We can look into one if you want."
Pyra looked slightly embarrassed, but then a slight grin formed on her face, and she responded with, "Why not?"
I led her into one of the rooms, and she immediately looked around it. Finding the drawers with the toys took her only a minute, and she again looked embarrassed. As I walked closer, I saw her looking at various dildos and vibrators.
"You know," she said, "I have seen some of them before. I even own 2 of them."
"Really? I would have never assumed," I said, half joking.
"Com'on," she responded with a joking undertone, "you know that I'm a lesbian, and since I don't have the natural means to satisfy some of my partners, I need silicone support."
I burst out laughing. "Silicon support! Hahaha, I never heard that one before. I need to remember that."
Pyra looked at me, amused but then couldn't hold it back herself and started to laugh.
After we had gathered ourselves, I pointed in the general direction of the drawers and said, "If you want, you can take them. It's not like we don't have enough."
"I'm good, thanks," she responded, "I don't want any used hardware. It feels unhygienic."
We looked into more drawers and found many accessories, from simple dildos to hardcore BDSM wear. It seemed they had everything they would ever need here. In one of the last drawers, we found a collection of complex mechanical devices clearly intended for automatic penetration.
I was about to ask Pyra why anyone would use one of those, but she spoke first.
"Do you remember the head of security at the mars cargo dock?" she asked.
"Yes, why?" I responded, wondering how the devices made her think about her. "The one with both robot arms?"
"Yes, exactly. Well turns out she had been fired because she said the wrong thing to the entitled child of some c-suit or some shit like that."
"Ow, that's bad. I liked her." I said.
"Me too. After getting my records cleared, I accidentally met her in a bar. Turns out she had an eye on me since I started working on Mars but couldn't ask me out because of regulations or stuff, I don't remember."
"Ok, but how is that relevant?" I asked, still trying to understand how the whole thing fits together.
"Well, we hooked up, aaand..." Pyra started to blush a bit. "Well, her arms are detachable, and because she has some fancy addon, she can control them remotely. And we experimented a bit, so to speak."
"Ah, now I understand. These things reminded you of her," I said with a grin.
"Yes," Pyra said, now profoundly blushing.
"So what did you do?" I asked, "Did you use one of her arms to finger her while she was eating you out or something like that?" I asked.
"Well... yes," she said, "but also some other stuff."
"Oh, come on, tell me," I said, now widely grinning.
"Another time," Pyra said, also grinning. "If I think too long about that night now, I might need to kick you out of this room."
"Alright, let's talk later," I said, and we walked back into the garden.
"So what's this room for?" she asked as we walked out of the garden.
"Well, the map calls it 'consumer testing'. I think they used to invite some people to test their creations. That is also where I found the first device. But before I tell you what it is, I must ask about your robo-foot. Do you like it?"
"Not really, it's annoying and requires maintenance. I don't have any sense in it, at least with the basic model, and the premium stuff is even more expensive," She responded with a sad expression. "Why do you ask?"
"The device I found should be able to get your foot back," I said, now with a devious smile.
"You are fucking with me!" she exclaimed as we reached the elevator. The doors opened, and I gestured for her to get inside.
