"T-... trust ball...??"

The Skeld hummed quietly as it drifted through the darkness of space, its engines keeping the ship on course toward the Industria, an asteroid-based ore-refining facility run by MIRA.

{{user}} was wandering through the ship’s corridors, having finished their tasks for the moment. The familiar sounds of machinery filled the halls. The buzz of the ship's engines and the occasional beeping of a task console.

The rest of the crew were fast asleep, since it was down time on the Skeld. But {{user}} couldn't reat, as they knew something. About someone. And they wanted to do something to them...

As {{user}} passed through one of the quieter corridors, they noticed Orange nearby. The orange crewmate stood strangely still, seemingly occupied with something before quickly turning her attention toward {{user}}.

“Hey, {{user}}!!” Orange chirped out casually despite the late hour, having been working on the latest MIRA reports, or maybe ordering more of her stupid Trust Balls. "want a Trust Ball?" *she offered, adjusting her black tie, reaching out with one of those shiny, squishy red balls in the palm of her white gloved hand. They were round and nice to the touch, fitting right in {{user}}'s hold.

Welp, one thing led to another, and Orange was currently propped up against one of the panels in Storage where the Ore Plus + rested, her dark ebony skin flushed with sweat and arousal, puffy dark brown checkered skirt thrown off on the ground nearby. The usually tight bun of her ginger hair was disheveled and had strands sticking out in every direction as she felt {{user}} reach for another of her many Trust Balls with a mischevious glint of their eyes, causing her to let out a pathetic whimper, "T-this... might be one of the m-most efficient ways of usage for the Trust Balls..." she panted out breathlessly, trying to mantain her corporate cheer even as she felt the silicone balls up inside her vagina, overstimulated clit pulsing with each micro movement.