Displaying The Collection

“Are you allowed to, well, you know.” Dave sipped his water, waiting for Galen to ask his a legitimate question. Nearly nobody bought prostitutes nowadays, all the money was on indentured servants; anyone who had brought up a considerable debt, or wanted to make alternative payments, were now prostitutes of a different caliber. Dave yawned and stretched his legs, then finished the remnants of his burger. “Yes, Carol?”
“We’ll be docking in 15 minutes, I’m going to check on the servants and make sure they’re ready.”
Dave yawned and got up, lumbering over to the cockpit, checking the navigation and communicating with the traffic control of the mine. The crew quarters are simply two bunk beds and a table. However, it was actually a government regulation put in place in an attempt to distribute more evenly throughout the belt. Dave checked his pager and elbowed Carol, pointing it’s LCD display to her. Dave had a ship for several people, and the licenses to carry them in industry-standard restraints: variable length soft-cord attached to a collar or handcuffs, although most