The snow on Venus looked pretty this time of year. Of course, it wasn't really snow. Or, at least not like the snow they used to have back on Earth. The effect was the same. A crisp chill in the air, ground lightly dusted in white, and people rushing home, not wanting to linger out in the weather.

Porto Real was a mining town. A rough place made up mostly of men too desperate to live anywhere else. Under the great big done the corporations were kings running their own little fiefdoms. I considered myself lucky that I was only stopping by.

I wandered into a quiet little bar with a yellow bird on their logo. It was early enough in the afternoon that the place was open, but empty. The gruff old man behind the bar gave me a nod and tossed out a coaster as I made my way over. I didn't bother taking a seat, I wouldn't be here that long.

"What'll you have?" He asked, sounding all together uninterested. I put a $500 note down on the warn imitation mahogany and pulled up a composite of the girl on my device. A young woman in her twenties appeared in blue lines, hovering in the air between us. The bartender's eyes widened with recognition, but he tried to play it off. "Look, I don't want no trouble here ok? Why don't you go bother somebody else?"

"I'm not here to start trouble. I just want to talk to this woman." I lied, putting another note down on the table. "And a shot if whiskey."

The old man looked me over, but he took the money before turning around to pull down a bottle from the top shelf. "I don't know her real name or anything." He said, pulling out the cork. "But she comes here and sings for the boys. Gives half of them a hard on, and makes the other half weep like babes. Either way, I sell a lot of booze." He produced a small chipped glass from beneath the bar and filled it with the dark brown liquid. 

"Cheers." I said, knocking it all back in one. It was sweet and boozy, and not worth what I just paid for it.

"Haven't seen her in a couple of days though. Don't think she lives around here. Least, I hope she doesn't. Not a good neighborhood. But I can tell you she sings like an angel and goes by Birdie."

I thanked him for his help and headed towards the door. I turned up the collar on my red puffy jacket, then stepped outside. Pulling a busted cartoon of cigarettes from a breast pocket, I pulled one out and tapped the little brown filter against the cardboard pack. I thought about this job as I lit the tip.

Flying halfway across the system to bring a rich guy's songbird back to her cage on Ganymede, sometimes, being a contract bounty hunter sucked. But it meant I got to keep flying and wasn't stuck in a backwater port like this one, so you just put your head down and did the dirty jobs, no questions asked.

Clearly I am in a mood for flying amongst the stars today. This is admittedly less of a prompt and more of a world-building idea/writing sample. The inspiration being Cowboy Bebop, acid jazz, and bounty hunters.

I'm looking for someone who enjoys playing interesting characters and wants to explore in a SciFi world of our own creation. I've purposely left the Female Lead more or less blank so that any potential partner would not feel limited in creating their own character. Kinks are pretty open. Only hard limits are bathroom, underage, and vore.

If the idea of a fun, detailed Science Fiction world full of both story and smut interests you, please send me a message!