Down the winding purple stairs, through a thrumming hallway of lights, and somewhere beneath the arena, in the sleek guts of the luxury liner there were three purple metallic coloured plinths.  They were ribbed with sections so soft to the touch as to feel like silk, that formed around any body part that pressed into them like a beanie bag.<br/><br/>By the time Etoile descended, her two fellow vixens were already mounted on these: sitting up against a throne like protrusion that jutted up to meet their backs as their asses settled into the central cushion and their legs sank into the cushions down along the sides.  They stood with their legs open at full 90 degree angles, and they exchanged casual banter.<br/><br/><strong>"Is this all?  I'd expected there to be more dildos."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Easiest credits I've ever made."</strong><br/><br/>The guards kept their distance from the alien artifacts.  And they truly did look alien: something about the metal's sheen was more like something out of a video game than real life.  If it even was metal.  It was neither hot nor warm to the touch, and the single unoccupied seat did not jut forth its throne backing until Etoile stepped forward to meet it.  Yet there was a certain<em>heat</em>between her legs as she mounted it.  Her own heat, she realized, answered and magnified by the seat below her.<br/><br/>It wasn't until all three were sell settled in that the circular anklets, looking like runically carved manacles, clanked out to lock their ankles and wrists into position.<br/><br/>And then with a lurching shudder, all three began to lift as the ceiling above them opened up and were slowly raised to the arena.  Their benefactor waved his holographic hand and declared,<br/><br/><strong>"Welcome to the Seeding!"</strong>