"That's odd." He frowned as Rose's amused smirk changed to a look of glassy-eyed desire.
The Doctor sniffed the air to confirm his suspicions and handed Rose a credit chip, pocketing another, before he succumbed to the planet's pheromone-laden atmosphere.
The planet was designed to run visitors through a gauntlet of merchants before depositing them back at their ships laden with goods, lighter on cash and blissfully happy with the experience. With any luck he'd manage to pick up spare parts this time.
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