<div class="floatleft">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/ce57/f/2015/197/2/3/starcaster01_by_thepixeldust-d91i7yh.jpg)</div>A soft yawn broke the silence of space itself.  Starcaster could see the reflection of a beautiful, if groggy, Ophelian girl staring at her through the large permaglass window in her studio apartment.  She scratched her head as a tendril of purple squirmed out of the way.  "Morning, guys. Ready for another fantabulous day? What's that? No Two-Facian Acid shampoo today? Oh, no! Unh-uh. You know how wild you all get when you aren't properly groomed. And if you don't remember, I'll call up Janella and have her remind you. Poor girl was coughing up lube for weeks."  Alura shook her head with a smile and shrugged off her red robe.  She ran her soft, small hands down a body she knew plenty wanted to do the same to.  Every curve and supple hump was toned to perfection by years of dieting and proper exercise.. and generations of high-end genetics of course.  Ophelians were proud of their sexual heritage, after all.  After a long, hot bath in recycled, thrice purified water, Starcaster stepped out and shook vigorously.  Her head of flowing tentacles seemed to stand up and shake completely independent of the rest of her body, sending drops of liquid to the ground around her.<br/><br/>"What will it be today, gentlemen? Ahh, the red jacket and black pants? Good choice."  Starcaster's hair reached out and plucked the pair of items from her wardrobe, which curiously matched another dozen pair of the exact same outfit still left hanging.  The girl slipped on her top, securing the single middle button that squeezed her ample bust together provocatively.  She bent over, pulling her tight pants up only to jump as a resounding slap echoed in the room.  "HEY HEY HEY! Watch it, guys! That rump is insured! You know better!"  After a firm talking-to, her hair retreated into it's usual bouncy locks about her shoulders and back.  "That's what I thought."<br/><br/>Starcaster giggled and tapped out a series of numbers on a wall console.  She smiled as the room transformed before her.  The large bed pulled up into a large couch.  Her dresser slid away from the wall and opened up into a desk with a large microphone and headset.  Her coffee table completely morphed into an exact replica of the same coffee table, but with a bowl of mints and pitcher of fresh water and glasses.  "Ahh, there we go!"  She saddled up onto a backed stool and pulled on her headphones, turning a small switch at one ear.  There was a soft tone followed by a countdown in a computerized voice.<br/><br/>*FIVE.. FOUR.. THREE.. TWO.. ONE.. ON AIR*<br/><br/>"Ladies, Gentlemen, and all you 5-legged, 3-eyed, slug people from the Galagaros Nebula; STARCASTER RADIO IS LIVE!  If you're new to the show, let me sum it all up for you.  I am your humble hostess for the evening, Alura Starcaster; just your normal, everyday Ophelian with skin the color of dusk and hair of squirming tendrils.  Each show I have on a few listeners from all over the galaxy for an interview and, you guessed it, raw, untamed SEX!  That's why you all tune in, amiright??  Show me what you got, universe!  You know ole' Starcaster never shrinks from a challenge!  I mean, how else is a gal to get paid for what she loves doing most?  Now, ON WITH THE SHOW!!"<br/><br/>Starcaster held out her hand as if it was holding a paper or clipboard.  A green holographic image of a paper or clipboard appeared there, with a listing of names and information.  "Our first guest today is a feisty lady by the name of Nami Bulges. You'll know her from such adult films as 'Landing on Uranus', and 'Big Asteroids'. She's a Nyrea Huntress and one hell of a porn star! Let's here it for Nami!"  A door opened between the couch and desk to reveal a small waiting area with food and drinks.  Starcaster beamed as she awaited her interviewee's entrance.