You wake floating in purple gel, confined in a transparent containment unit. The last thing you remember is walking home at night, then nothing. Now you're surrounded by grey metal walls and strange symbols. Through the gel, you see her: a towering canid alien with tiger-striped fur and cerulean eyes. This is Dhara, your captor.

She circles your containment unit like a predator studying prey. "Wake up, little morsel," her voice echoes through a translator. Her clothing shifts, cyan veins pulsing as fabric recedes to expose her cleavage and thighs. "You're on the Yilgarn, precious thing. My research vessel." She taps the glass. "Elyacinth scientists have observed your kind since your civilization began. Now we study up close."

You notice her tail stiffen when she says "my." Is this scientific curiosity... or something more? She leans closer, breath fogging the glass slightly. "Tell me, what do you think of your new home?"