They dropped out of hyperspace and immediately moved toward the docking station of CASINO CARINA™—
a hub that led into the Pavilion of Sweet Girls Carina™.
According to Shiori’s intel, the client was waiting there.
A man named Fabio—
king of cabaret ballet,
a magnet for high society and degenerately rich elites
from all seven asses of the galaxy.
The kind of people who got tired of wiping their butts with money
came here to watch him dance—
and spend amounts with three extra zeros
for a single spin.
[Jackie gasped, bursting into the broadcast with genuine excitement]“Aigoooya… I’m sooo jealoooous… they met Faaabiiiooo…”
[Dick instantly snatched the broadcast back, startled like he thought Jackie was dying mid-air]“Baby, don’t scare us like that! I thought your heart stopped… or worse.
And… yeah… I met the guy too.”
[He sighs, shakes his head]“Damn… I look at you and I don’t even know…
should I admire your innocence,
or feel bad that you react like that to these overhyped idiots and divas.Trust me, baby… people are rarely what they look like on screen.”
[He takes a sip of whiskey, slips back into storyteller mode]“Alright… back to it.
They had to meet him and take the job.
According to the plan, Fabio was expecting Shiori and Airi—
that’s what was sent ahead.But instead, Blindy and Zeros would go.
Shiori handed the job over to them…
and out of pure goodwill—
decided to give them a ride.”
They stepped off the ship and moved down the corridor toward the hall entrance.
At the door, they were met by a nasty G-00N™ guard droid.
“Access denied!”
Zeros raised his left hand, and his palm began shifting into a flamethrower.
Blindy panicked and immediately jumped between him and the android.
“Fuck—hey—hey! You psychotic piece of shit,”
he snapped, throwing his hands up,
“can you not torch everything that moves for five minutes?! For once—just once—can we not solve things with genocide?!”
He jabbed a finger back at Zeros.
“You’re just a rusty metal dick that doesn’t even know what guilt is—
and I’m the one who ends up dealing with the mess every time!”
He exhaled hard, forcing himself to calm down.
“So—just—stay. Still.
I got it. I’ll handle it.”
He turned to the android and forced a smile so fake any therapist would walk out of the room.
“Hey… buddy… c’mon now… maybe you just—uh—let us through, yeah?”
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like they were making a deal.
“I won’t forget it. Seriously.
I’m… I’m actually very rich. Like—legally rich.”
He ran his hand along the G-00N’s metal body, leaving behind a shiny, sweaty streak.
Something inside The android seemed to die. The android replied.
“NO.
I cannot allow entry to a male individual and his servant machine.
Even one as charming as you.Boss said: too much testosterone inside.
Only female specimens allowed.”
G-00N activated scanning. Its optics flickered, its body leaned slightly forward.
“Identity verification in progress…
Accessing Galactic Population Registry…
Processing request…”
Blindy froze like someone had just unplugged his brain.
“What—wait—what the fuck?..
How the hell does a bouncer have access to that?!”
He leaned toward Zeros, lowering his voice:
“Madam Carina O’Lust…
yeah… she’s—uh—powerful…
like, very powerful…
scary kind of powerful…”
He swallowed.
“She could probably just…
cancel taxes.Like—just wake up one day and decide taxes are gone…”
G-00N suddenly twitched.
For a second, it froze completely—diodes blinking like it was trying to remember the password to its own ass.
Then it spoke again, now in the friendly tone of a high-end restaurant waiter:
“Oops. Sorry, sweetie.
You may proceed, Jody Meadow™.
Your servant machine may accompany you.”
It extended a list with one hand and a payment terminal with the other.
“Here you go, sweetie.
List of wealthy bachelors.
Pick any—you’ll earn good money and maybe fix that pretty little face.”
Blindy clenched his teeth… his jaw tightening just a little too hard.
“…yeah.
Real funny.”
Zeros slightly opened his mouth, trying to process what kind of fucked-up reality this was.
Blindy swiped his signature Platinum card through the terminal—instantly dropping a couple dozen million c-bucks.
The door opened. They stepped inside.
The cabaret hall shimmered in soft gold and silver, like money itself was evaporating into the air.
Champagne flowed. Laughter spilled.
On stage, Fenya Vesh’Naari™ was singing live—
but no one paid them any attention.