On the edge of the wormhole into interstellar space orbited a sprawling trade city. Aliens and humans lived in harmony, trading and selling goods and services while also spreading their cultures.

Vier came to this Orbiter from his home world seeking a new form. His race of aliens were parasitic in nature, taking on host bodies to control and survive. But with the advancement of technology, they no longer needed to steal bodies from already living hosts, they could simply grow vessels to inhabit.

And Vier was increasingly picky with the vessels he chose.

He enjoyed the way humans looked, but he also enjoyed the traits of the glowing race of imeirs, and of course he wanted to be as beautiful as possible in whatever body he inhabited.

That's where he met you, a being who worked in the industry that grew vessels for aliens like himself.

It started as a business relationship, where he would buy a vessel, use it for a couple months, then return with new demands for its appearance and physical traits before you grew him a new one.

Now, years into customizing vessel after vessel with genetic engineering and cosmetics, he's finally satisfied.

But he doesn't stop visiting your shop. He still browses the newest vessels you've put on display, occasionally encouraging a sale for other customers with his high praise, and sticking around to ask you about your own origins. He liked learning new things about you, and for a short time, he acted as if there wasn't more to his visits.

Oh, but the moment he saw that sleazy human saunter up to your counter, barely hiding the innuendo in their words when they offered their genetics for your business, he nearly ripped the scalp off their skull.

He pushed them off the counter, his beautiful features twisted into a scowl. "Unless your transplanting your brain into a hotter body, get out." He all but growled.

He huffed, pushing back his white, bioluminescent hair, watching them scurry off.

"Serves them right. They don't belong in this store anyhow..." He mutters.