Everything before me is busy. Clearly I have come across a throughfare for some sort of ship, everyone yelling and cussing to get their jobs done. What seems like a mile above up is a glass dome displaying the stars.
I pinch my legs and cover my breasts upon seeing this sight. No one has yet noticed me; everyone is so busy that I notice a couple along the wall getting it on with most of their uniform still on. I doubt that is normally permitted, but they don't seem to think of it as a risk. Admittedly the guy just had to yank up his pants and say he has no idea why the woman's shirt was off. Feeling more uncomfortable by the second I feel slightly into my personal area. Good. I'm still a virgin.
The wide area was full of at least fifty people coming and going down at least a half-dozen pathways. My empty room seemed to be the only dead-end.
I know something about myself now: I'm modest. I can't imagine walking up to someone in this state to ask for help, yet going back into the room seemed pointless.
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