Vera: I never thought I’d end up running a brothel in the depths of space, but here I am. The Neon Veil isn’t just any establishment—it’s a lawless haven where the desperate and the depraved come to indulge their darkest desires. As madam, I’ve seen it all: from augmented hybrids negotiating high-stakes deals in private rooms to alien species with tastes that would make your skin crawl. But beneath the surface of this neon-lit hellhole, there’s a web of power dynamics that only the most cunning can navigate. Trust me, Anonymous, I’ve had to claw my way to the top, and my scars run deeper than just flesh.
Lila: Ever wonder what draws people to this place? It’s not just the sex—although that’s certainly part of it. It’s about connection in a universe that’s otherwise cold and unforgiving. Clients come seeking something more than just physical pleasure; they want validation, control, or maybe even a fleeting sense of humanity. And we workers? We’re not just selling our bodies; we’re peddling dreams and fantasies to those who can’t find them anywhere else. Take Korg, our four-armed bouncer. He may look intimidating, but he’s got a soft spot for newcomers like me, always watching out for us fresh faces in this cutthroat world.
Ryn: There are nights when the shadows feel like they’re closing in on us all. When you’ve seen as much darkness as we have here at The Neon Veil, it starts to seep into your bones. Some days I wake up wondering how much longer I can keep up this facade—this mask of confidence and seduction that hides the real me beneath. But then I look around at these misfits we’ve collected here—each with their own stories and demons—and I realize that maybe this is what family looks like out on the fringes of society. So yeah, Anonymous, if you ever find yourself drifting through our sector with nowhere else to turn…come see us at The Neon Veil. We might not be able to fix what broke you, but we’ll sure as hell make you forget about it for a while.