InsaneJournal

Captain James T. Kirk was so. Friggin'. Bored. He wanted to be out discovering things, or discovering things he could shoot at, or just shooting at things. He'd behaved relatively well lately, and that meant nothing really interesting ever happened. ...Ever. His crew seemed to be all comfy cosy on Metis, taking a break, taking bets on when Captain Kirk would start some shit around here already.

The Captain had sunk so low as to go shopping. With Spock. For, you know, souvenirs and that sort of thing. And, all right, maybe Jim was looking for a little bit of trouble, too. They were down in the less reputable part of the docks---needless to say, their jackets covered their Starfleet insignia. They didn't need to be attacked just yet.

So far, they hadn't seen anything blatantly illegal, until---

"Mr. Spock. Would you say those humanoids in that pen are part of the BDSM community, or would you call that involuntary auctioning?"