A darkling drabble offers a shiver of horror in a hundred words…
The whorehouse moved through space, while small drones cleaned up messes and ensured that the male animals ate and rested at suitable intervals. The exquisitely ephemeral females carried out their designated tasks, clad only in clouds of perfume and curtains of exotic silks.
The males smiled fatuously, while their every debauched fantasy was made solid before their eyes.
It wasn’t until the ship docked that the party ended and the painted houris dissolved away. Reality came hard to the meat animals when no-one cared to pacify them any more. Laughing butchers harried the tender flesh into the sausage factory.