I recommend as entertaining! 35-year-old virgin cyborg discovers that his deflowering-partner, a sexbot, is not so much a bot. More like the mail-order-bride of the station-master. So, the hero’s been blown to heaven and wants a lot more. The heroine’s desperate to get off the station before her “husband” sends her to the brothel and is willing to trade sex for it. (There is a difference..who keeps the money.) Anyhow, she takes the hero’s offer: an indefinite contract of sexual ownership (and no sharing). Now all they have to do is smuggle her back to the ship. Which is hard, very hard.
She hesitated and his smile faded.
“Are you having a problem with your audio sensors?”
“Did I just get myself into worse trouble?”