When spelunking for spacecraft, the appropriate stockings are of course de rigueur.
He might be a blue humanoid space monster who tortures naked women with his claw robot, but at least he dresses well.
It starts with being tied to a chair, and before you know it you’re in orbit around some sort of hungry-looking asteroid monster. Don’t let this happen to you; remember your safeword.
This is the only illustration I know of for the concept of “asteroid sex,” but I would welcome other examples, if readers should know of any.
May the Force be with you!
Billy is one lucky spaceman.
From Éditions Belle-France, the one readily-available number of a series called Hibernation.
Going beyond existing established principles, if you’re pretty enough, you can apparently just take off your space costume, no matter how hostile your environment appears to be.
From Éditions Bel-Air, a science-fiction series called Frissons.
At least our cover figure on the second two numbers appears to be some sort of alien lady, so maybe her space costume doesn’t even need to make sense.
From Éditions Clarus a series named after a hat that starts with a space Egyptian…
…and which moves on to the classic principle that if you’re cute enough, your space costume doesn’t have to make any sense.
This is Amazing Stories for March 1948, cover by Robert Gibson Jones. The ISFDB entry for this issue is here. I found this version of the cover at Pulp Covers. You can read and download this whole issue from the Internet Archive.