As her ship flew off into the depths of space, the tired bounty hunter kicked off her boots. You didn't even know her suit could do that. She placed her feet up onto the dashboard and set the ship to autopilot, leaning her weary head against her seat, until you could faintly make out the sounds of slumber beneath her helmet. She wasn't aware that you had snuck onto her ship, and you couldn't help but notice her feet. Well-toned and muscular tops like the rest of her, her hardened soles shining with sweat. The ship fills with an incredibly potent scent that you can't ignore. You sense an opportunity...