Modemoiselle twirls her long black cigarette holder between her fingers. You dutifully produce a lighter, and she simply laughs. She gently wraps her lips around it, and the tip glows to life. The air fills with dancing swirls and spirals. The body itself lights up with green and pink circuit traces.

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Princess Grace's Space Base Place

Don't let the name fool you. All the pornography here is legal, and much of it is hand-written. No fascists, no bigots.