Now that you could run all quick like a bunny, exploring this sweltering pit was at least going faster. It was still a bunch of hot gross tunnels looping back on each other in confusing ways full of wildlife and space gangsters trying to kill you, but you were looking for silver linings. You were also looking for any vending machines that could help you get around better, and now that you could outrun security shutters, you found one. Slipping down your prize between your breasts and willing it to turn on... the cut on the leotard lowered significantly. Those breasts you were running around with just flopped right out the top for anyone to see, which was fairly embarrassing, but you were still killing anything you saw, so, that you could eventually live down. As for what it did that was useful, that wasn't really clear until you experimented around. With this on, as you felt yourself up to charge your gun, well... embarrassingly enough you couldn't help moaning a little, but the eventual blast you fired off looked a bit like a pink heart of pure energy, and damn near any living thing you hit with one of those just kinda... stopped to stare at you. And they really STOPPED too. You could walk right up to them, kick them, wave your hand in front of their face, even just plant your feet on their backs and use them as stepping stones, and you still had a good half a minute before they snapped out of it. That did conflict with the killing anyone or anything that saw you in such an embarrassing state, but it also meant you could make handholds out of some of the nastier creepy crawlies on the walls and climb your way up some of these vertical shafts in this place.
Ultimately, that was what you had to do. Every other path you checked down here seemed to be walled off, flooded with this hot stuff, or just kind of a looming dark cavern whose far side couldn't be seen. So, after a bit of self-administered massages, blasting, and free climbing... not a combination of activities you'd ever recommend to anyone else, you doubled back a bit, poked around a few more hard to reach places, and found another vending machine that gave you... a doozy.
Your suit wouldn't let you use it without really bracing yourself first. It worked a bit like snake form, except instead of the one snake tale you got... a lot of extra... stuff below the waist. Very slippery bits, all quite flexible, with bulbous tips and rather sensitive... openings by their bases, and they all had minds of their own it seems. So when you activated this particular... ability, you had to just sort of brace yourself on whatever you could and ride out your weird alien anatomy deciding to throw a one-person orgy. It was entirely too intense to maintain any sort of rational thought. It felt like the earth itself (or whatever this stupid rock you were on was called) moved under you... and there was apparently something to that. Anything even a little bit fragile seemed to fall apart from all of the uh... good vibrations. Or maybe the screaming. So there was some use to this, but you really didn't want to bust it out unless you had absolutely no other choice.