A pit stop the photojournalist made after taking photos of the royal family. She'd been invited to an alien planet ruled by humanoid robots who are made of gold and gemstones, living in obnoxious oppulence. Here she discovered custom made fineries never worn. She has yet to venture out with the planet's military to the slums, where the people of the metropolis, the citizens of the rulers she first met, live — barely live as they are falling apart, unable to afford repairs. A start contract to the upper class she's been with thus far.
