A flying barge glides across the scalding-hot sea of red sand, hovering about ten feet above its surface. You gaze over the railing at the endless orange vastness swept by the dry desert wind.
Karakes. The most valuable planet in the known universe. And it is up to you to extract the most value out of it.
The barge slowly comes to a halt. You step toward the railing and look down - the workers already prepared the "tears of the sun" and are busying themselves around the tremor-maker.
As the shadow of your barge looms over the foreman, he raises his head up to look at you. With impartial expression, you make a hand gesture at him, and he nods in response, then shouts something to other workers. The men flip several switches and levers on the tremor-maker and start running, like their lives depend on it. Because they do.
The device springs to life and starts to emit a rhythmic pulse, sending ripples through the sand. In the distance, you notice something like a small dune moving quickly toward you. As it comes closer, you can't help but marvel at the beauty with which it moves - a shifting glittering wave of sand, smooth as silk, silent as the desert night. From the ground level, it is impossible to notice this majestic beast before it is upon you - it is only because of your elevated position, both physically, and amidst the ranks of your house, that you can witness it in all its glory, and also be safe from its ravenous hunger.
The worm bursts out from the sand with a deafening roar, flying through the air in a display of unearthly grace, and descends on the tremor-maker, consuming it and the vessel of "sun's tears" in one voracious gulp. Then it disappears into the ground as if it were never there.
But you know full well that the beast will not be able to remain submerged after ingesting the "tears of the sun". The ground trembles and tears asunder before the worm as it sticks it's head out, roaring at the merciless desert sun. It thrashes and squirms for a few moments, then spits out a petite loli girl, who rolls across the coarse red sand of Karakes. The beast hisses loudly as it vanishes into the depths of the planet once more.
"Whoever controls the cunny, controls the universe." you smirk as the barge slowly descends toward the surface. The small naked girl stands up, but quickly starts to jump from one foot to the other, the blistering-hot sand singeing her delicate feet.
"Come." you offer a hand. With a beaming smile, loli leaps toward you and bumps into your chest. She wraps her arms around your neck and hangs onto you, her big blue eyes staring at your face curiously. You firmly embrace the tiny naked body with one hand and signal the pilot to ascend with another.
"The cunny must flow!" you declare as you rise into the skies, the little naked girl clinging to you, nuzzling happily against your chest.