You never know what oddities you’ll find on the next world.
“But can you sell it at a good price?”
“But they don’t ship to the Empty Quarter!”
“So, ship them in yourself! You can get a good price for them, if you position it as the latest fad from Terrra…”
I have always been mildly interested in worlds that get most of their protein from unexpected sources like specially bred insects, farmed rats, and other such surprising sources. I would think this to be especially likely, in the struggling human colonies during the Long Night.
I admit, I have a weakness when it comes to the high life of Imperial nobles and executives.
But look at it from another angle: take a Noble who has always lived like this, and then threaten his lifestyle. What would he be willing to do, to hold on to his accustomed way of living? What kind of risks would he be willing to run? How far would he go?
I think that he would be willing to go farther than he would guess, and do things he never thought he would ever do, to remain an honoured personage in the public eye, keep the riches and comforts he has always enjoyed, and avoid the public shame of losing everything he has worked for.
Or perhaps the Referee should use such visions of luxurious living as bait for the PCs to snatch at: and when they finally reach it, they realize to their sorrow that, in the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, “A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life: he is to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in repair, the rest of his days.”
Very fine homes, like very fine women, demand continuous, expensive care. And getting the money to keep the pleasures of fine living entails a certain amount of risk…