The nurse guides her though the process

"Look, I'm a police officer." Shannon said, nodding at her gun and badge on the bench. "Isn't it okay if I just go through this alone?"

"I'm afraid not." The nurse said. "We take decontamination very seriously. No one is aloud on the planet without being walked through the process by a registered nurse."

God, even this woman's voice was a sultry whisper, the epitome of feminity. Though she felt like a fool asking, Shannon couldn't stop herself.

"Your outfit is quite unusual." Shannon commented. She'd never seen a real medical professional show quite so much skin!

"Oh, I always forget how you offworlders react to it." The nurse couldn't help but pose, jutting out a hip to show off her tight, small dress. "You see, on this planet we are pretty comfortable showing off our bodies. After all, our people worked long and hard to get this way."

"What do you mean?" Shannon asked.

"Well, through generations of controlled breeding we've weeded out most of the less perfect genes, leaving a much healthier, and frankly pretty population."

"Like Eugenics?" Shannon asked, shocked.

"A dirty word for it, but basically." The nurse shrugged.

"But that's illegal!"

"No, Genetically modifying humans is. But, who you breed with is up to you. So our people used that freedom to get to the point we are today. Hench the close. No reason to hide your body if none of you are short, or fat, or flat or...."

The nurse paused, realizing some of those words could easily describe Shannon. She looked embarrassed as Shannon glared, cupping her nude body tighter.

"Anyways, you'd better get used to it." The nurse said. Because there's going to be people about wearing much less then me! Anyways, let's start your decontamination."