Danica
Danica“My own home.” I run my finger along the glass window that overlooks the capital city, staring into the bright hot light, the new domes of glass and steel. We arrived the planet rotation before and, because of our mating, were assigned this incredible domicile.
I turn to include Gorde and Benn. “Our home.” I flush. “I can’t believe it.”
Akron was wealthy, but the comfort and wealth of his palace didn’t extend to his s*x slaves. I slept on a wooden pallet with no blanket for covering. Here, the sleep platforms are floating oval disks, covered in soft bedding. Everything is colorful and made of fine materials. I feel like royalty.
I touch my earlobe, where a crystal tingles. Their crystals.
“It doesn’t hurt?” Benn reaches out and tugs my lobe, then runs his hand down my arm
