I'd signed on as ship's whore specifically to reach the planet Naranji. The small crew had been civil, the sex satisfying, and I'd learned a great deal about the smuggling subculture in this part of the galaxy that would prove handy if I ever needed to change careers. Of course, the crew was now dead and out the airlock, the ship's registration was in my name, at least my current name, and I'd at last reached my destination.