The Star Gazer groaned - through the link only; no hull integrity compromise here!

The chair leaned Konoka back further, so that she was as horizontal as the chair could get. There was a moment for the seatbelts to rearrange themselves, only for them to secure her again hard.

The Star Gazer also timed another plunge with the 'control stick' to accentuate all that tightness, like Konoka and her pleasure were a spring...

There was a harmonizing pitch, all around Konoka, as if coming from the very walls and floor.