Dirk has finished his six month sentence. He's escaped the experience as a Rhizoni eggsac with his mind, but his body... well, there have been a few changes. His grateful hosts have given him some upgrades, including coding his cells to pump out the same aphrodisiacs they had used to keep Dirk suspended in ecstasy for the last half a year. Now, he can create his own personal pit of pleasure. And anyone at all receptive to those chemicals is going to know it. Dirk is the galaxy's most eligible lay. The only problem? Nobody bothered to warn Dirk.
Not that he would care if he knew. He's got only one thing on his mind - his freedom. Those security robots, on the other hand... Why are their eyes glowing red, anyway? And what's that whirring sound?