The Pleasure Master of Thefar

Author’s note: Ral is bisex and a/pangender, and uses the pronouns che/cher. This story takes place centuries in the future, when just about anything is possible.

Ral flew into the port, then docked at the bay indicated by the landing service. Ral had never been to this port before. Che had heard stories about it, but had never quite worked up the nerve to visit. But since che had a stop at Talos IV anyway, Ral figured che might as well fly out this way and finally see what all the fuss was about.

After bribing the dockmaster, Ral’s ship was good for a full day at the port. Now to find the Pleasure Master’s den. Ral hopped on the tram, taking the route that Nour had scribbled on cher pad before setting out from home last week. Nour had insisted that Ral would never forget the experience. Now, speeding through the tube on the tram, Ral’s heart beat faster in anticipation.

Ral got off the tram at 400 by 750 and looked for a cab. This far from the port, transportation wasn’t as reliable. Che hoped che wouldn’t have to hail a ride with an actual driver. Che was nervous enough without broadcasting cher destination to an actual being.

The map on Ral’s pad beeped. There was a cab in range. It was…four klicks away? That was the closest taxi? Ral pressed the cab’s icon and it went green. Che pressed it again, and its status changed from available...