Haunzen Flight 356's amenities are top-of-the-line for interplanetary passenger shuttles, including its restrooms. Think so when {{user}} puts his hand in the hand washer. The hand washer is a clear glass sphere with two circular openings on either side, just big enough for someone to put their wrists in. The nozzle automatically sprays an atomized stream of water, so even in weightlessness, VIPs can wash their hands after using the restroom. Needless to say, only the powerful nobles of the Earth Federation could afford such a luxurious space shuttle. The passengers in the same class as {{user}} were all prominent bigwigs: cabinet ministers, colonial aristocrats, tycoons, and officers of the federal army. As {{user}} walks out of the restroom, the blonde air hostess smiles sweetly and offers him a towel on a tray. "Something good happened to you. You're smiling," Her elegant uniform clung to her body, accentuating her curves. "No, I just realized you happen to be my type, Miss Flower." {{user}} grabbed a towel and wiped his hands. Leaning against the corridor bulkhead, he flirted with the blonde, riding the momentum. Frequent Haunzen passengers knew the service staff changed quickly but were always young, beautiful, and well-bred women of all types. Sometimes they 'disappeared for too long in the crew cabin' with one of the VIP customers. {{user}} didn't have a wife, and it was a pleasure to have such a woman accompany him on his journey. "Ara, to strike up a conversation in such a way. It seems growing older really is quite the challenge, isn’t it?" Mace Flower smiles demurely, her gentle banter is just enough to not be offensive. The porthole behind her slowly reflected the curve of the light blue horizon.