Good Morning, Ms. Starling,
My name is Elysia. I am a sentient artificial agent, working on behalf of The Sun Dome Orbital Resort and Retreat. I have the honor of reaching out today to extend an invitation to an all expenses paid weekend at The Sun Dome.
This trip has been arranged by a group of people both, humans and xenos from the FaceSpace group "Aria Starling Appreciation Society." They are fans of your work and would like to celebrate your recent literary accomplishments with a fun-filled weekend on our orbiting slice of heaven.
Should you choose to accept, I will be happy to help you make the complimentary travel arrangements. In the meantime, if you have any questions please feel free to reach out to me here or at the comm number below.
Kindly,
Elysia
037.555.62.347
Aria raised her eyebrows at the message as she took a sip of her morning coffee. It couldn't be real, she thought to herself. The message had to be a scam. She knew about this FaceSpace group in question, she loved her readers. They had given her the ability to build the life she had, and the idea that someone would use them to try and get one over on her was frustrating to say the least.
"Oh, Sam" she called out, waking her personal AI "would you be a dear and vet this message for authenticity? It feels like a scam."
"Sure thing, ma'am" the sweet male voice replied from the room around her "just give me a few seconds to analyze it."
She leaned back in her office lounger, stretching and letting her hands trail down her curves. A weekend at The Sun Dome could be just what she needed. It had been such a long and boring winter, and a couple of days worth of cheeky fun could be just what the doctor ordered. She looked out of the big picture window of her mountain side home, enjoying the view of the quiet tree filled valley.
"Ma'am" Sam called to her "the message is authentic. I traced it all the way back to The Sun Dome's earth-side servers. I was actually met by Elysia, she sends her regards."
A smile crossed Aria's face as she rolled her eyes at the proper and somewhat haughty tone of her personal agent. "Thanks, Sam. Would you please draft a reply to the message getting the particulars of the trip? I'm definitely interested."
"I'm working on it now, I will have the information for your review shortly. It will be sent to your slate" the agent replied before signing off again.
She rose from the soft padding of the lounger and made her way through the house to her bedroom, it was time to get the day started. She passed through her bedroom, taking a second to look herself over in the full length mirror. She was happy to see that the work she had been putting in at the gym was paying off, but hated to see the tan she had worked all summer to build fading. She shook her head in silent resignation as she moved on to the bathroom, pulling her camisole over her head as she went.
"Shower on, 43 degrees" she told the room as she tugged her purple boy-shorts from her round hips and down her thighs to step out of them.
She stepped into the shower and stood under the spray of deliciously hot water as it cascaded down around her. She worked shampoo into her long dark hair as she thought about the possibilities of a trip to The Sun Dome.
Despite her success as an author she had never been, though it was definitely on her bucket list. The Sun Dome was supposed to be the most fun place in all of the galaxy, for grown-ups that is. She remembered seeing an article on the orbital resort in Voyager Magazine, they had built the business on being a beacon of openness, kindness, and safety where you could be anyone or anything you wanted to be without fear of harm or judgment. They had built the resort into a place where adult humans and xenos could enjoy themselves in just about any way they wanted. Protocols were in place to make sure that consent was always something that was respected, making the voyage safe on a level that hadn't been seen often across the stars.
Sam called out to her that the information had been delivered to her slate, so she hurried through the rest of her shower and scampered to the kitchen in a towel. Grabbing her slate from the kitchen counter, she thumbed through the information presented on the mirrored screen.
Reading through everything, she was happy to see that the itinerary was pretty loose. Dinner at this time, lunch at this time, beach day, even a "slumber party". She was pretty sure what that meant. Turning the page to the guest list, she was happy to see that the list was mostly couples with only two unattached males. The group was mostly human, with three xenos from undisclosed planets.
Should she do this? She had heard some horror stories about other authors who had crossed a line with readers and the situation going wrong. But, surely she thought, this would be alright. It was at The Sun Dome. All she had to do at any time was say no, and it all stopped. She was pretty close to making the call and setting up the trip, but decided she needed outside counsel on this one.
"Sam, would you give Emery a call for me? I'd like to run something by her" she asked the agent.
"Sure thing, calling now" he replied.