You are rather surprised as you turn away from yourself to find a male... whatever you are ("biclops" perhaps?) has walked right up while you were... distracted. His hair is parted on the outside, and he has something along the lines of slanted goatees pointed inward from his chins.
"Hey, need a hand with that?" he asks, and before you can process what he's asking, there are tongues in your mouths, and a pair of hands up your top! You spend a good minute making out with the mysterious stranger before you recover from the feelings... Feelings of shock and indignity of course! You most definiteiy didn't just lose yourself in a moment of raw animal passion or anything at all like that!
Pushing him away and taking a second to enjoy the smell of his cologne, you tell him, "Wait. I don't know who you are or where you came from, but do you want to go to space and hook up with a queen?"
"You're the only queen I need, babe," he says, as his hands start to make their way into the back of your skirt.
You catch yourself as you start running your fingers through his hair and leaning in for another kiss. "No, I'm serious!"
He stops, and tilts his heads for a moment. "Now, when you say a queen..."
"The actual royalty type," you say. "Rich, connected, hot so far as I know."
"Well... sure, I guess but-"
And just like that, you're back aboard the ship. Everyone's either stifling, or recovering from laugher, most likely having watched you attempt to make out with yourself. Well, at least you have three legs to brace yourself with this time. Your rather forward would be love however falls over backwards as the ship relocates. Nice to see someone else be the one falling over for a change.
"I still can't believe you did that!" laughs Grendy as you are sent on to your next destination.