The twins, Michel and Julie Leonard.

Michel Leonard’s Log.

February 5, 2072.

We arrived on Rajah-4 today. Rajakesh, I swear that name is easier to spell than pronounce. It is far larger than I thought it would be. It has to be at least the size of London, or at least that was the impression I got from the air. Julie has already expressed her desire to explore the city the moment we land. I assured her that we would, as soon as we check into Eisenheim University. She gave me her typical pouty face and accused me of “Wanting to size up the lovely ladies.”

I’ll admit, the thought had crossed my mind. Supposedly there was something in the air of Rajah that made the local ladies mad with heat, to the point to where they would lift their skirts and mount your manhood’s in the middle of the streets. Though it sounded outlandish, a strong part of me was hoping that at least some of the rumors were true.

As we stepped off the Cosmoliner, I took a good long look at my twin sister to see if she was being affected by whatever was in the air. She wore very little make-up, just enough to make her lips shimmer and add color to her fair skin. She had her golden hair tied up into a ponytail with a few banes draped across her emerald green eyes and wore a red and white dress with a low caller. And she accuses me of being a flirt.

Aside from that, she didn’t seem to be acting differently from normal. Though I must admit, I’m not sure I like the idea of my sister striping necked and pouncing on the first man she saw. It was hard enough to control her lustful tendencies without a supposed heat influencing her actions.

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Julie Leonard’s Log.

I can’t believe it! I’m actually on another planet! This is so amazing! I wonder what the aliens are like. Are they civil? Are they cute? Handsome? Michel doesn’t seem to share my enthusiasm, though. He wants to go straight to the University, the big boring University. I don’t want to go to school when there is an entire world to explore. He’s probably just eager to jump between some noble lady’s legs. I’ve heard the rumors about how the moment a girl steps onto this world, they become an instant slut. I must have been exposed to this planet for at least thirty minutes, just from the walk to the Velocicarriage, and I feel perfectly fine.

My brother was giving me odd looks on the way to the carriage, probably checking to see if I was going to rip off my dress and tear off his pants or something. He is such a pervert, but at least he is a gentleman, more than what I could say about most men. He’s quite handsome too. Okay, fine, he is my twin, and I think I am attractive, but still, he has a nice toned body, a handsome young face, and well-groomed shoulder-length blond hair. Even if the ladies on this planet weren’t sluts, they would be crawling all over him.