Domaou Prime

The half-light of the revival hub seems dark. You (male or female) are called to sit with a petite blue figure with a bold hairstyle, ornately dressed in gold alien clothing and a blue and white sash. They don't look asexual to you. Once seated, they offer no introduction or personal space. Recoiling from their gloved touch, they persist without any obvious damage. Still, fears battle your composure as they examine your hair and skin. Does this happen to all companions? You wonder.