Inara

You stumble upon Inara, decked out in gold and red silks. Fuck, she's beautiful, with a perfect, rich and full body. You want to taste every inch of it, and you'd think it would be easy--unfortunately, Inara has the golden rule of whoring: No crew members.

However, she DOES give some massages to crew members. Maybe that'll be your ticket in. "Hi Inara," you say.

She smiles, in her elegant voice says: "Hello. I don't think we've actually spoken yet."

"I know," you say, giving her an obvious once-over from head to toe. "But you look like the type of girl I'd love to get to know."

She's in the kitchen getting some rubbing oils for her cabin-ship, a lavish little craft she rents out attached to the side of the ship Serenity. "Would you like to continue this conversation in my cabin?"

"I couldn't think of anything better," you say.

Inside her highly-decorated, Chinese-inspired chambers you take a seat on the bed, the most comfortable thing you've ever been on. She crosses her legs as she sits down on the floor in meditating position.