After running over the tennis girl your nerves are shot.
Even if it's legal and normal here, it ain't a good feeling. Your still angry the little cunt ran under your tire! What the hell is wrong with her? She must have been killing herself anyway.
You pull into a spot and walk to the attendant bot. "Full service," you tell the bot. You want your rig washed and waxed. You do not want to find any road kill stuck in your tire.
You walk into the No Tell and ask for a cheap room.
"Five creds a night," the lady says.
"Whoa! Five? Why so cheap?" You ask very suspicious.
"You asked for cheap, that's the cheap rooms," she points under the counter. There is a row of shoe boxes with doors on them. "Most customers prefer these rooms looking up my dress all evening," she says as if it doesn't bother her in the least.
"So, you don't care if people see your panties?" You ask.
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