Arrival at Station 27

After clearing the entry locks and entering the station's main hall, Monica quickly made her way to the famous Robo brothels. Apoun seeing the ornate classical style enterance, she stopped at the information desk.

There was a tall alien, a Gronak, humanoid and scaly in appearance. The detective flashed her badge.

"Detective Delray, I'm here to ensure federal compliance with codes FFR 34-37, fairly routine, I'll just need registration logs and a quick look through the operation."

The alien nodded and acknowledged, he pressed some buttons on a pad in front of him.

"My boss is on his way, he'll show you what you're here for." He answered.

Monica nodded and absentmindedly glanced around. These places always gave her the creeps, so many sickos and creeps, gawking at the gross robot interpretations of women. She'll admit that the new models are identical to humans, but the filthy way they talk and the lust in their eyes is all male fantasy.

"Ah detective, I am station master ASPC-27, you may call me Art if you wish."

The young, short, redhead was startled by the appearance of a larger slender droid, poking out from the panels above and striking downwards, with a red eye at the end of it's pillar like appearance. She should have know, most corporations like the one that runs station 27 are so lazy these days, even management is outsourced to automation.

"Hey Art" she respondes causally, "I need registration logs, operation records and to do a once over of the floor."

"Very well", the machine answers, "take this earpiece so you can easily take me with you, all the records are in the main data room, I'll lead you to it."

A panel on Art's left side of the big red eye pops out a small ear piece. The detective takes it, before the panel closes once more and ASPC-27 rescinds back into the ceiling panels.