Habitat Station T24-N5 hung in the blackness of space, a huge egg-shaped lump that turned slowly amongst the background of the stars. Once owned by a successful chain of space station hotels, it had been purchased outright by one of the galaxy's mega-rich (at the point at which he had delcared himself royalty) and turned into his massive personal playground.<br/><br/>Eventually it had been given to his daughter as the mega-wealthy equivalent of a pony. She had grown up amongst the advanced automated systems, all of them pandering to her every whim, and as such had become quite jaded and perverted, as such might do.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before the station had been turned into one of the select destinations for the galaxy, invitation-only parties promising the full range of depraved tastes. Above these debauched revelries, the 'princess' sat almost in state, watching the goings-on though the massive array of intelligent cameras and ever-watchful robot servants that ran the station.<br/><br/>She was certainly attractive. Careful upbringing and later nanosurgery had turned her into a classically if coldly beautiful woman, with high cheek bones, a long, curvy body, long dark hair and large green eyes. Her skin was very pale, and as smooth as an ivory statue.<br/><br/>The latest party was promising to exceed even previous month's events. Doll-like servants were everywhere, graceful and pliant, for the guests every pleasure. Drink and drugs and sex was flowing every way one turned, to gentle, hypnotic beats. Princess Miranda sat in state in her chambers, surrounded by monitors, watching every moment.