Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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THE SOUL EATERS By WILLIAM CONOVER luck had run its course, and now he was marooned on a rogue planet—fighting to save ," Dennis detected a faint irony in the phrase, " afraid I can offer no competition to the beauties of five planets—or perpetual wonder—limpid as a child's. The barbaric rhythms of the in Dennis' mind he frowned slightly as the maneuvers of the Mercurian dancer, who writhed among the guests of the notorious pleasure palace, began to leave no doubt as to her intentions. The girl was beautiful, in a sultry, almost incandescent sort of way, but her open promise left him cold. He wanted solitude, somewhere to coordinate his thoughts in silence and salvage something out of the wreck of his heart, not solitude—the fatal one of her swamps and virgin forests. Dennis Brooke was thirty, the time when youth no longer seems unending. Marla left an aching void that all the women of five planets could not True, Koerber's escape from the I.S.P. net had not quite been his fault but had he not been enjoying the joys of a voluptuous Jovian Chamber, in Venus' fabulous Inter-planetary Palace, he would have been A night in the Jovian Chamber, was to be emperor for one night. Every dream of a man's desire was marvelously induced through the skilful use of hypnotics the rarest viands and most delectable drinks appeared as if by magic It cost a young fortune. But to pleasure mad, boom-ridden Venus, a fortune was a bagatelle. Only it had cost Dennis Brooke far more than a sheaf of credits—it had cost him the severe rebuff of the I.S.P., and Dennis sighed, he tilted his red, curly head and drank deeply of the Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could instantly denote. His steady, bronzed hand lowered the drink, and his eyes narrowed Some of the guests laughed, others stared in plain envy at the side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis cried out. Then the Martian's hand reached out hungrily. But Dennis was Leaping to one side, impervious to the fall of the dancer, he avoided spun him like a top, the pale, imperious face went crimson as he slowly sagged to his knees and rolled to the impeccable mosaics of the floor. Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international left arm-pit—an atomic-disintegrator, forbidden throughout the Brooke!" The Police Lieutenant favored Dennis with a wry smile. "If Who else could afford to risk his neck at the International, and have in his possession a disintegrator? Pity we have no complete records embroideries on the unconscious Martian's tunic, the costly border of acerine on his finger. Dennis Brooke shrugged his shoulders, shoulders that would have put to but the table had turned over during the struggle, and the glass was a shattered mass of gleaming Bacca-glas shards. He laughed shortly as he became conscious of the venomous stare of the Mercurian Dancer, of the excited voices of the guests and the emphatic disapproval of the Venusian proprietor who was shocked at having a brawl in his ultra-expensive, ultra-exclusive "Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for that grizzled veteran of the I.S.P., had at one time or another known every change of torture that could possibly be wrung on a human soul. "Commander, give me one ... begetting! Let me try, and I promise you ..." in his torture, Dennis was unconsciously banging a knotted fist on the chaste, satiny surface of the priceless desk, "I promise you that I will either bring you Koerber, or forfeit my life!" A flight that had taken many hours to accomplish, was shortened on the viso-screen to a matter of minutes. They saw the great, proud Tiny on the viso-screen, the fatal spots must have been huge in II Their nerves were ragged. Days and days of fruitless search for a phantom ship that seemed to have vanished from space, and an equally assignment to duty in a search that went beyond the realm of the inner planets, where men spent sleepless nights in eternal vigilance the luxurious offices and appointments of the regular I.S.P. Patrol comfortable luxury that they knew. viso-screen, the speck grew larger, took on contours, growing and Every member of the crew wanted to be among the boarding party, for all but George Randall, the junior member of the crew had served his apprenticeship among the inner planets, Mars, Venus and Terra. He felt nauseated at the very thought of going out there in that vast abyss of he seethed in a cold fury more deadly than any he had ever experienced. Somehow he had expected to find at least one compartment unharmed, where life might have endured, but now, all hope was gone. Only a great Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in was harsh, laconic: "Prepare to return!" Scotty Byrnes, the cruiser's nurse, who could take his motors through a major battle, or hell and high water and back again, for that matter, shifted the Venusian weed that made a perpetual bulge on his cheek and in their loyalty, and with Dennis Brooke they could and did feel safe. airlocks and removed the space suits. impended, and after days and nights of inertia, it was a blessed relief. Smiles appeared on haggard faces, and the banter of men suddenly galvanized by a powerful incentive was bandied back and forth. his throat until he could hardly stand the tight collar of his I.S.P. uniform. A growing nausea gripped his bowels, and although he strove to keep calm, his hands trembled beyond control. anticipation. It seemed to him as if an eternity passed before at chase from the control room, even certain death was welcome, if only he Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his mortally wounded. Then Dennis maneuvered his cruiser into a power With a wrenching turn that almost threw them out of control, Dennis sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the The atmosphere was somewhat tenuous, but it was breathable, provided shot of Koerber's severed our main rocket feed. I had to use the emergency tank to make it down here!" For a long moment the four men looked at each other in silence. Dennis and out of control somewhere behind those crags over there!" "To hell with Koerber!" Tom Jeffery exploded. "You mean we're stuck in this hellish rock-pile?" job...." That wasn't at all what he'd intended to say. But somehow the words had stuck in his throat and his face flushed deep scarlet. His candid blue eyes were suspiciously brilliant, and the white bandage the anger in Brooke's heart. Thinking it over calmly, Dennis realized the grip of paralyzing hysteria, when he could cheerfully have wrung his neck! him, he whirled and re-entered the ship. "But for him we wouldn't be here!" Dallas exclaimed. "Aagh!" He shook his head in disgust until the several folds of flesh under his chin "Yep," Dennis nodded. "But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds

<question>:
Other than the expense, what had been the downside for Dennis of spending a night in the Jovian Chamber?

<options>:
A The price was a rip-off because there were no private rooms left and they wouldn't give him a refund.
B He missed a call-out to help capture a space pirate, plus a Martian mugged him and took all his money.
C He missed a call-out to help capture a space pirate and was disciplined by his employer, plus he lost his girlfriend.
D The hypnotics used to induce pleasure are very addictive, and he had to go into rehab.

<answer>:

C