Samus tries to put on a show, but it isn't as easy as she expected.

The AI led her into a dark room dominated by a podium with a metal pole standing on top of a platform in the center. The floor and walls were red, a shade lighter than that of the undergarments she was wearing.

Samus walked to the pole and got herself ready. The music began with a slow rhytm, perfect for warming up before the start of the actual show. But suddenly something changed, Samus started feeling nervous as she fully understood what she was about to do. The upgrade had gone as far into her mind as it could, leaving it unable to soother her worries. Ignoring her nervousness Samus spun around the pole once, getting a feel for it.

There was a metallic whir as a circular indentation appeared on the floor and roof surrounding the podium, from which several cameras emerged and got into position, getting every single angle of her on video.

'Something's wrong,' Samus thought, but she had come too far to quit now.

"Start the music," She said. The cameras turned on and the music fully began, playing the same rhytm as the one Samus had danced to in the gym. But she wasn't feeling it. The lecherous eyes that were no doubt watching her no longer brought her pleasure, instead they nearly scared her still, ruining her each and every move. Whenever she put her hand on her ass she didn't see it as bringing attention to her assets, she saw it as covering herself up. Whenever she pressed herself against the pole she wasn't showing off just how soft she was, instead she was backing up against a corner.

"Cut, cut! Stop the stream!" She shouted, and instantly the music turned off and the lighting became the same as it was in the other rooms. The cameras retreated back as the indented circles they had come from dissapeared.

A screen on the wall which Samus hadn't noticed lit up, displaying the stats for her striptease.

10 watchers

0 credits tipped

Her performance had been short, barely lasting five minutes, and she hadn't danced because she expected to get rich off of doing it, she already made more than enough as a bounty hunter. The stats weren't unexpected, and yet they still stung.

Samus sat down on the edge of the podium. What now? She looked down at her luscious black thighs, and traced her pussy with one hand. It didn't bring her any pleasure. That hesitation, her complete inability to dance when put on the spot, that was all she could think about. Why did she even bother giving herself such a hot body?

"Maybe this was all a mistake," She said.

"If I may," The Ai interjected. "During your performance I detected a high level of stress and anxiety. If that is what's causing dissatisfaction in my services I could offer you a specially tailored calming course," The AI offered.

"Calming course?"

"It is a form of therapy that you can go through while you sleep in one of this station's special relaxation facilities. From my scans I can guarantee you that if your stress and anxiety were properly soothed you would have enjoyed yourself much more."

Samus thought about the offer.