One minute Deja is saying her goodbye's to the 4 other women who crossed the galaxy with her to meet the alien men of their dreams in an intergalactic exchange programme.
The next minute, she's crash landed on the planet where she was supposed to start her new life.
She crashes onto a building and lands in a huge vat of alien chocolate—her kryptonite.
The aliens who find her are so handsome she thinks they are her Supermen, come to save her.
Instead, they make her work off the damage her escape pod has caused, and she becomes a human platter to serve food to other Vysarian alien men.
Bound to a table naked with just food to cover her modesty, she has no idea how she is going to get out of the pickle (no pun intended).
Until an ugly alien comes into the restaurant and sits alongside the alien Lord who currently has his face between her legs, about to eat her out (not literally).
But how does the saying go? You should never judge a book by its cover.