Joah Maroon 1

center.  In my mind it was within walking distance, but the local greeters told us that there would be a shuttle along shortly.
Three young female Peggies met us after we exited the ship to welcome us to TruPort, Pegillas.  The planet bore the same name as the star in our language.  It was the only habitable planet in the system.  The air was almost the exact chemical combination as Earth.  No domes or breathers were necessary.
The local monkey bodied girls were wearing tight shorts and bikini tops.  The clothes looked strange with their furry bodies at first.  Then their similarities with humans took over to make us feel like we just landed in Hawaii to be greeted by hula girls.  The way these Peggies swung their hips they just might have learned their jobs from the exotic island people back on my home world.
I couldn't help but check out their shapely forms with pronounced muscle tones in their arms, legs and abdomen.  Seeing those thumbs jut out the side of their feet was a bit of a turn off, as was the short fur that covered their bodies.  But their round faces were super cute.  Huge eyes rested a little higher on their skull than a human's.  And their noses were flatter, more like pudgy nostrils.  There was no way that they could have worn sunglasses like we used to back in the day.  They would slide right off their faces!
The hospitality was much better than I expected.  They were just so friendly.  I didn't catch their names when they introduced themselves because that was when I was checking out their skimpily clad bodies.  They each reached out their arms invitingly.  When I stepped forward the largest of the three hooked her elbow around mine and guided me toward the check-in center.  She couldn't have been even one and a half meters tall as she stretched herself upward, so she almost looked like a child beside me.  Or my pet orangutan.  Her bowlegged walk fit the latter.
Portia's lack of reaction to the extended arm caused her girl to slide over to Nancy instead.  Lin and Nancy joined me in being led by the arm while Portia followed at a short distance.  There was no indication that they knew her to be an android yet.  They probably just thought her rude.
The check-in center was a lot like a crowded Mexican airport.  There were guide ropes everywhere, apparently made from real vines, but most people were ignoring them.  No one got chastised for disregarding the order of things.  In fact, I couldn't detect any authority figures anywhere.  We resembled a large crowd storming the entrance of a busy amusement park, funneling down with aggressive merging to get through the narrow gate.  It was the kind of situation where I normally would have kept my hand on my wallet back in the old days.  A mischievous child could pick your pocket and be long gone before you could even see them.
The cute little Peggie girls let go of us and wished us a wonderful day before retreating back from where we came, presumably to greet more visitors.  They didn't seem the least bit put out to walk with us when we declined to wait for the shuttle.  The four of us stepped over a large scanner that recorded what we had on us as we entered their city.  That included our weapons which did not draw the least amount of attention.  Neither did our android.
I had the pulse rifle slung over my shoulder by the strap and my two wives had pistols holstered on their hips.  Portia was not permitted to carry a firearm by interstellar human laws.  Even though the Peggies probably didn't know that, I doubted that I could convince her to accept a weapon.  It was one of those android rules that I couldn't override.
Once inside the city the theme park vibe continued.  It was like a massive Ewok village that had been constructed for our enjoyment.  The locals could be seen above us climbing the outside of their buildings or the trees they were mounted on.  Some were well over a hundred meters up.  Vines were running in all directions to connect the humungous trees.  I assumed that they also served to catch anyone that accidentally fell.
Off to the left I saw the sign for the company that we were selling our goods.  Choally-Olly.  I had no idea what it meant or if it even had a meaning in the local tongue.  We stepped into another queue when we entered the structure, but our party was just third in line.  We had communicated with this organization from the ship, so I knew our deal was intact.  They just required that we settle up in person.
On the wall behind the short aliens processing transactions was a wooden menu board listing the gems and metals that they sold.  It gave us the opportunity to buy and sell at the same place, saving us time and effort.  Instead of a computer screen like their kind was fully capable of using, they had numbers hanging from pegs.  Several small Peggies swung around on the board to adjust prices as they fluctuated, like a jungle stock market.  It was more for effect than efficient, but it was really something to see.  The scene made the wait in line easily bearable.
Our visit was already enjoyable, despite the crowd processing that we had to endure.  Once our business was complete, we were encouraged to venture through town.  When asked for recommendations for where to eat, the little baboon type of man told me there were so many choices that he couldn't favor just one.  He did however suggest that we stick with the establishments using green or blue gems for lighting.  Unless we were interested in something extra.  Then he said we could try the red-light establishments.
The way the Peggy man said it