Sex makes them stronger. We’re at war, and the Zonalo Warriors need women in their furs to enhance their fighting performance. I’m not here to have sex with alien warriors. I’m here to clean their dishes and laundry, straighten their sex wrinkled sheets, and hope I don’t anger any of the beasts. When the General comes to me and asks me to lift my skirts he is shocked by my rejection. I’ve never seen this man look anything but bored or angry. There’s a dozen women here who wouldn’t dream of turning him down, but he wants me—his servant; the human with the plain body and the backbone to reject him.