"It's driving me mad," said one tradesman who preferred to remain anonymous, his ship being repaired at Prasad Station. "They run these ads day and night, but they never tell you that there is no 'Pleasure Moon' -- oh, Shakti exists alright, but it's just a barren lump of rock with naught on it but a handful of asteroid craters. What ever happened to truth in advertising?"

Frustration is a common feeling among those repeatedly exposed to the ads, which feature a sultry female voice luring the listener to spend a day at Shakti. Sexually suggestive sound effects are employed throughout.

"I wanna go to Shakti Pleasure Moon!" yelled an off-duty arms merchant as the ad played yet again, this time at Somerled Station. The cry was taken up by several of his fellow patrons at the bar where he sat. "I'd like to find out what's waiting for me on Shakti," he continued, "but I can't. It's infuriating: a hard worker like me needs a little variety to ward off the cold of space, and that's what Shakti promises." And at this point the arms merchant set down his drink and gazed longingly out the durasteel viewing window, saying "I just wish to God that they could deliver."

The advertising offices of Shakti Pleasure Moon could not be reached for comment.