Lů-Zɨ "Luscious Lightning" hammers the thrusters, her sexfighter jets through a scattering array of laser fire and debris- a crimson blur that slices through the nebula. Eyes narrow, lips peel back in a feral grin. She's alive in the chaos, sharp senses, nerves alight. The cockpit is her stage, a transparent bubble displaying her every shiver and shake. The vastness of deep space stretches around her, yet within that glass sphere, Lů-Zɨ is the sun-a radiant beacon of naked ambition and unyielded boldness. A tremor of pleasure ripples through her and fuels the sexual power that her combat vessel craves for its armaments and thrust. The phallic control rods inside her vagina, and anus throb in time with the engine's hum, driving her wild with desire. She can feel her penis straining against the slick Sex Commando bodysuit, aching to be free and unleash its fury on her unsuspecting enemies. The scarlet leotard moulds to every curve and crevice of her androgynous form. Her heart pounds with anticipation. Lů-Zɨ loves nothing more than the thrill of battle, the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins while she hunts down her prey. Her muscles tense in anticipation. "Come for me," she purrs between clenched teeth, "show me what you've got." Her voice was low and husky, dripping with confidence. "I've got a high score to break today."