It's party time on the Iron Reef -which if I'm being honest, is probably most of the time on the Reef.
Seriously though, for a space opera taking place during a cold war which is going to be turning into the first interstellar war, as well as some cosmic horror and some religious zealotism thrown in, there's a lot of nude partying going on.
Though to be honest, that's probably the BEST time for it. Despite what Bopsir seems to think at present. He's probably desperately hoping for a cosmic being to come ripping it's way through the fabric of space in order to extract him from his friends-who-are-girls trying to coax him into getting laid at the party.
Poor, pure Bopsir.