Yanmar Station is a busy place. Space is still at a premium in space. Once a hollowed-out asteroid and only growing steadily since then, and now a thriving city in space where over two hundred thousand people pass through each year, with maybe half that many permanent residents.  There's the huge central cylinder where structures pave every bit of internal space and a nice consistent 1G is maintained throughout, with public transit trams and nice open floor plans. There's great ancillary spires holding a hive of industrial, support, and trade areas, often with variable gravity, strange odors, and confusing paths. There's the housing decks, a warren of a 'basement' four layers deep built to relieve crowding elsewhere...

And in an unobtrusive little corner, somewhere just between the industrial zone and the central cylinder, there's a bar called the Lonely Lily, slightly-discreetly advertised as a place for women to meet women.

Yanmar Station is a busy place. Once a hollowed-out asteroid and only growing steadily since then, and now a thriving city in space where over two hundred thousand people pass through each year, with maybe half that many permanent residents. Space is still at a premium in space. There's the huge central cylinder where structures pave every bit of internal space and a nice consistent 1G is maintained throughout, with public transit trams and nice open floor plans. There's great ancillary spires holding a hive of industrial, support, and trade areas, often with variable gravity, strange odors, and confusing paths. There's the housing decks, a warren of a 'basement' four layers deep built to relieve crowding elsewhere...

And in an unobtrusive little corner, somewhere just between the industrial zone and the central cylinder, there's a bar called the Lonely Lily, slightly-discreetly advertised as a place for women to meet women.