With a start, Aria realised something was terribly wrong. Indian porn Aria’s computer sent a soft ping to her, the atmosphere of the station had been thoroughly studied, and found to not only be breathable, but also completely free of toxins, in other words; safe. She shuddered at the thought, it came second as every spacers worst nightmare, next to a power failure leaving them to slowly freeze to death as the heat bled out of the hull, or to asphyxiate as the oxygen recyclers ceased their function and the air slowly became toxic around them as they breathed. Hello, 26th century calling, they want their outdated technology back. ———————————————
Aria fidgeted with anticipation, her close range sensors had located the primary hanger on the station, and she was aboard a small shuttle, gliding slowly through the void towards the shimmering portal that separated interior atmosphere from the cold vacuum of space. In confusion Aria sat down in a corridor, as she brought up a hand to check her pulse she accidentally brushed against her breast, fingers barely tracing past her hard nipple. She was sitting in the corridor of an alien derelict, ripping off her sports bra so she could more effectively play with her nipples.
