Oh no Bel went full Bishi Hair! He's going to cause mass pants-dampening at thirty paces! EVERYBODY IN THE CLUB SHIP:
If i were in galley's place right now i would be going "welp, looks like rape o'clock again :|" and its kind of making me cringe for bel's sake. Like, i get you're really catastrophically drunk rn sweetheart, and galley might not even be having that reaction! But this could go SO BADLY. I want to pull him away by the arm and make him wear pants and drink water. :(
yeah i'm going with— a half-naked highblood with a kink for lowbloods, stumbling into a helmsblock drunk, is historically not a great sign. galley's managed to rearrange his permissions to classify anyone knowingly and maliciously damaging vital ship equipment as 'enemy saboteur', and erskin's very cheerfully signed off on that, hence galley can actually burn off someone's face for trying to rape him. but he actually tentatively likes bel and doesn't want to have to fry him. he was prepared to be really disappointed, there. luckily, bel is a precious cinnamon roll, so it's working out.
When no one was looking, Commander Kadros stole seventy cake. He stole 70 cake. That's as many as seven tens. And that's terrible.
There is probably a specific rule in the fleet against "bribing a compromised helmsman with unapproved feeds" that's like the "no ice skating on lake during June through August" law among trolls. "Wow some dumbshit actually did that and now there's a rule against it." I mean first you're dealing with a compromised helmsman, and second you are giving one unauthorized material! It might get Ideas from the fact you didn't purge it to start with! Are you trying to get flown into the nearest star?
I have a longstanding headcanon that trolls consider human therapists/etc the equivalent of ashen prostitutes escorts and are very proud of humans for at least getting one quadrant right. Edit: Rephrase
Galley and Erskin would probably argue, with big innocent eyes, that Galley is not compromised at all. It's just a bizarre coincidence that his last six captains all turned out to be enemies of empire.
I have a setting where humans and trolls are more integrated, and there it's more like the conciliatory equivalent of, like, dancing or acting, or waiting tables at the kind of place where wait staff has a minimum cup size. It's certainly not prostitution, no, but... this is a job where some quadrant's equivalent of hotness counts as a professional skill. (Man, I should write more of that story.) Speaking of which, it seems like every important person on this ship is some kind of very hot. (Actually, the unimportant people seem to be hot too, like Ensign McCoffeemaker.) Especially if you buy into the theory that troll culture has a kink for prosthetic limbs. When they open up as a recreation hub the tourists are going to be enjoying the scenery in a big way. :-D
"Prostitutes" wasn't the ideal word choice, but I couldn't figure out how to word "professional short-term lover/aesthetically appealing person for hire" until, well, now.
I'd say escort. Escort services generally imply the workers will be treating the client to a good time, going out and about with them, partying, or just spending more time being companionable before and after the sex, if sex enters the equation– some call girls and escorts don't even have sex with clients.
