This novel is rather “old fashioned” science fiction, in which humans are remarkably unchanged by the process of interstellar migration and dominion. Some intelligent extra-terrestrial races that are alluded to also seem to have had little real impact on humanity. The story could probably be revised with only cosmetic changes to set it all on Earth in the present day, with a cartel-underwritten private island instead of the orbital brothel which forms the setting for this tale of industrial sabotage and not-entirely-credible romantic love. Despite the title and the topic, the book isn’t awfully erotic.
The cover illustration on my copy shows a principal character, the Leather Madonna, who is the madam of the Velvet Comet. She is standing next to an extravagant chess set which plays a signal role in the story.
The prose is workmanlike, with dialogue helping to define a good assortment of characters, and the ending has quite a twist to it. It was a fast read, and if I were to stumble upon one of the later three books of the series, I would probably give it a go. At the same time, I wouldn’t call it a prize to seek out.