Aboard the outlaw space station Mahd Ghadaan there was no shortage of bars, clubs, and brothels to sate whatever appetites the black market dealers and customers might have, but none were like the station's most infamous den of iniquity, the Mundina Nade.<br/><br/>Tucked away in an unfrequented corner of the station, Mundina Nade's facade was as plain as any other shop's, but once inside, a whole other world spread before those who entered. A far cry from the functional but bare titanium of the station's typical interior, customers stepped into a world of deep crimsons, vivacious reds, and inviting oranges.<br/><br/>Immediately upon entering, guests would be met by one of the hostesses; beautiful women in tiny dresses of orange and red that danced like fire as they moved, golden manacles adorning their wrists, and name tags listing their special enhancements and the price of bedding them adorning their breasts. Upon greeting the guest, the hostess would ask them to check any weapons at the desk, and then direct them according to their desires.<br/><br/>To the right was the bar. Lacquered mahogany and gleaming brass, tended by two more hostesses commanding a menu of not only more drinks than it seemed possible existed, but a selection of drugs and stimulants from across the known galaxy. Above the bar hung a portrait of a woman with nut brown skin and four arms, one of which was crossed over her naked breasts, her genitals concealed by the crossing of her thick thighs, and nothing else left to the imagination. Booths lined the walls, shrouded from the rest of the room and one another by semi-transparent drapes of red and orange that would let anyone looking on make out silhouettes, but little else, should a booth's occupants press the button to convert their table into a simple bed.<br/><br/>Past the bar, a small lift traveled between the main floor and the sublevel; the club, rendered in bare metal and blue lights in stark contrast to the rest of the establishment. Another hostess, this one wearing nothing but a bikini in the same red and orange pattern as the dresses upstairs, acted as DJ, commanding the music that the naked girls in six cages around the room twisted and writhed to; their names, enhancements, and prices listed on holographic displays.<br/><br/>To the left from the main entrance was the restaurant; an intimate dining area where hostesses moved between a dozen tables serving delicacies inspired by the cuisine of southern and eastern Asia back on old Earth. A press of a button on the tabletop console would summon a hostess for whatever need the patron desired as they gazed out over the starscape presented by the transparent plasteel wall between them and the infinite.<br/><br/>The same transparent section of hull extended to the floor above the restaurant, where a dozen bedrooms awaited a fresh round of sins to be committed in their luxurious appointments. A console built into the headboard of each bed controlled the temperature, humidity, and even gravity within its room by voice, allowing occupants to turn the room into anything from a freezer to a sauna to suit their tastes with a simple command. Likewise, storage units would open from the walls to reveal toys, costumes, and all other manner of sexual paraphernalia with a spoken request for any particular item.<br/><br/>Behind the hostesses' station at the main entrance, though, was another, secret room; hidden not out of any concern for legality given the nature of the station, but rather kept apart for only either the richest, or the poorest of patrons. Here, in the slave chambers, those who could not pay their bills were locked away to pay with their bodies, stripped of all dignity and right and reduced to little more than glorified sex dolls. Kept in a pen, a slave would only be let out to be taken into a secured cell when ordered by a patron, and taken back once they'd licked up every last bit of the mess their customer made with them.<br/><br/>This was Mundina Nade; the Next Step, where humanity reveled in all the hedonistic pleasures the next stage of their evolution had to offer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>