In the far future Galactic commerce is carried out by millions of independent traders, they traverse the galaxy transporting anything and everything, always hoping to keep on the right side of the law and made a decent profit. It’s a lonely life, only the computer with a direct link into the trader’s brain keeps them sane, allowing them to live out any dream, any fantasy as they haul their loads.

When Elora is approached by one of the Galactic Crime families, she knows she has no choice but to transport their valuable load to a pleasure planet; no questions asked. After all, they know how she obtained her ship in the first place. The only question is what could she be shipping to a planet that is entirely dedicated to female pleasure? When one of the containers malfunctions, she has the chance to find out . . .