Her Glowing Buttflap Is A Trap _top_ Access

“I have no tactile nerves,” Maura said. “Your trap is useless. It’s just a pretty flashlight attached to your backside.”

Vesper’s eyes went wide. “Wait. You’re supposed to—the light—it’s very calming—” her glowing buttflap is a trap

The final straw came when Vesper used the trap on a low-level station administrator who had the misfortune of auditing her docking fees. She left him facedown in the food court, twitching happily, with a signed authorization for “unlimited free berthing, no questions asked” pinned to his collar. “I have no tactile nerves,” Maura said

But humans, and human-adjacent beings, are not rational creatures. The glow was too friendly. Too inviting. It whispered promises of comfort, of rest, of a brief vacation from the grinding horror of space-station existence. And one by one, they kept touching it. “Wait