Space Marines!!

You step out of the dressing room to a smoke-filled metallic hallway. A light bulb goes off in your head as it kind of reminds you of the Millennium Falcon. A dusty, well-used smuggler's space ship. (You say a private thanks to your younger brother and babysitting him for that). Which would put the cockpit...uh...you look around...THIS way. You take off at a run towards the cockpit, the spandex rubbing along you adrenaline engorged clitty sending a couple shivers up your spine.

As you get to the cockpit you see your private comm link is blinking...along with a Amazonian Space Empire Space Marines Patrol craft in the forward viewport. It's broadcast is heard over the main comms, overriding even the off switch. "This is Commander Jasmina Dur'gol of the ASC Space Marines Anti-Smuggling Patrol to the 'Argent Princess'. Stand down for boarding."

You blink...what the hell is going on here? you think to yourself, and absentmindedly push the private comms switch. The same voice comes over that channel, "Hey, lover. We need to make this inspection good. I think I'm being watched. So I hope you don't mind losing something, and," you hear a grin, "be prepared for a full body cavity search...just the way you like it!"