Some questionable etablisment

Mackenzie stumbled into the building and sweetish smoke reached her nose as she looked around. Everything was covered in reddish velvet and she caught the attention of several women sitting on a couch, only on a second look Mackenzie realized that they weren't wearing very much and that some of them even had different skin colours.

"Who do we have here," suddenly an older, female voice said and she spun around, looking at the lady, who wore an expensive-looking dress.

"I ... I ...," Mackenzie stammered.

"She just ran in!" one of the women called over. "As if she was trying to escape."

"Is that so? Who are you, girl? You mean trouble?"

"I ... I ... no trouble ... but there was this big green blob ...," Mackenzie stammered.

"A Moso? They do not like to be called blob," the lady said and mustered Mackenzie curiously.

"But they get everywhere," another girl called.

The older lady gave her an annoyed look and turned back to Mackenzie. "That's only one of my questions answered."

"I ... I am Mackenzie," the young actress said. "I ... I am not sure where I am."

"On Eros 69, dear," the woman said. "The right place for anything naughty in the galaxy."

Mackenzie's eyes got huge. "I am where?"

"You sure you okay?" the woman said worried. "Maybe you need to relax. Girls, give her a bath and some fresh clothes, then we talk a bit more."