Three days later...

Cardigan Moth gazed out of his ship’s cockpit viewport.  The wide channel outside, deep inside the Sadeeni flagship, was dark and still.  He turned.  “It appears that we are still undetected.  I believe this plan will work.”

Mistress Beast Feaster was stood behind him.  She was wearing a thick fluffy green bathrobe.  Some of her disheveled dreadlocks drooped randomly across her face.  She brushed them away and grinned, stretching her thick lips to breaking point.  “Of course it will.”

“We must remain here for another six years.”  Cardigan Moth said.  He turned and looked back out of the viewport.  “Even with the regular and absorbing pleasures of your flesh I feel that I will become bored and lethargic.”

Mistress Beast Feaster nudged Cardigan Moth’s backside.

He turned.

Mistress Beast Feaster pulled on the tie around her waist.  The bathrobe opened slightly allowing a tantalizing glimpse of the wonders beneath.  “Then I’ll have to try harder, won’t I?!”

Cardigan Moth watched as the female bounty hunter turned and wandered slowly away.  A primordial urge deep within him swelled.  Saliva built up in his mouth.  “I expect you will.”  He said.

Without another thought Cardigan Moth followed Mistress Beast Feaster.