“Lady. The message has arrived. Shall I read it?”
“No need. I know exactly what it says. They agreed. Brief the others.”
Vexz looked over her plans one final time. “You can clean these papers up, Spaceling.” They would be breaking ground on the Church shortly. She was told it would be a great inaugural event, the first of its kind. She wasn’t as excited, but for the most part, she found the Church followers useful enough creatures. Strong backs, didn’t ask too many questions. She hoped to give each of her subjects at least two.
“Lady, the delegates have arrived.”
“Send them in fifteen minutes. They can wait in the meantime.”
The men who entered were a strange looking crew. One was being carried along in a dais, sitting cross legged, with his eyes closed, completely naked. Another was wearing a dashing suit, but she quickly noted mud and rusted blood along its cuffs, a perfect counterpoint to his wry smirk. And the last, for some reason, was counting all the columns in her meeting room, and making notes in a small ledger.
“Ripper, Spaceman, Seb.... welcome. I’m so pleased to host you here. And I know you will not have forgotten all the gifts promised to my people.”
Ripper spoke quickly: “Of course. Everything is as you asked. I am super polite. Ask anyone.”
“That’s… that’s a little weird, but yes, okay, excellent. Thank you. Assuming that those gifts are in order, I am pleased to accept your offer.”
Seb spoke next: “Thirty four sub offers. All important. You accept each. This is necessary. Thirty four. No less.”
Ripper turned to him: “I apologize, Queen. We will excuse ourselves while you make your arrangements. But if there is anything we can do, please let me know.”
The Spaceman laughed, his eyes shooting open, and his hands clapping emphatically. “Wangs. Hilarious!” the attendants around him excitedly fanned him, and he quickly settled back into his trance.
Vexz was next to speak: “I don’t see much reason why you will need to stay much longer. If I need something, I will let you know, and I trust you will be able to handle it.” she smiled, and looked at the handsome Spacelings that had been provided her, and the first shipment of Goomy nudes being dumped onto the front of her meeting room. She noted Bezzers carrying the first shipment: the whip and nail marks were healing nicely, and he meekly looked away. “This will do, for now. Your colony is established, and you, of course, are totally in charge.”
Ripper smiled a thousand-watt grin as his own offering of nudes fell through his shaking hands. “I’m in charge!”.
tl;dr "Men will do pretty much anything if you let them think they are in charge"