"What now?" you sputter out, still trembling, at a loss for words at what's happening. Her face contorts into a grin as she raises her arm to
a switch on her outfit. With a hiss, her suit pops off, and falls to the floor, contorting itself into a portable ball. You stare, wide-eyed, at the
alien vixen before you, completely naked. "We need fetish fuel to power the ship!" she says. "F...fetish fuel?" you inquire. "Uh, yeah. And
you can only get Fetish Fuel with lots of sex." She sits down on the floor, giving you, again, a face-full of other-worldy cleavage. "Well?"
she says, "We gotta get started!"