Her Glowing Buttflap Is A Trap Site

What he should have said: No. I want you to face the wall with your hands behind your head.

In the chromium-and-neon canyons of Veridian Station, a space-faring leviathan of scrap and stolen starlight, there were two ironclad rules. First: never trust a free lunch from a Vog’s food vat. Second: if a woman’s rear access panel is glowing an inviting, warm amber, you turn around and walk the other way. her glowing buttflap is a trap

“Of course I’ll be back,” she said. “The glow always finds a way.” What he should have said: No