Sareyta leaned her head forward, letting the hot water from the shower head beat down on her sore neck and upper back. Letting out a soft sigh, thinking of how much she needed and had been desperately looking forward to this; and the shower felt divine. After a month stint of having to traverse the grungiest backwater holes, spending hours dealing with the scum of the galaxy and being locked in a floating rust bucket, she felt she earned a bit of indulgence.<br/><br/>Squirting a bit of soap gel on her cloth, Sareyta lathered her body up and thought back to the last few weeks.<span style="color: Purple">‘Men always assume an Asari is either a dancer or a whore. I’ve never met so many…gah…sadly though even other Asari were nearly as bad. Must be a merc thing.’</span>With a mental sigh and a shake of her head, she let her thoughts die off as she rinsed herself and stepped out of the shower.  Putting the disappointing trip from her mind, she stepped out of the shower and walked naked over to the window and enjoyed the view of Illium’s skyline for a few moments. She had set aside a little bit to afford to stay at a place like this but she knew she couldn’t stay here for long, but it was worth the credits just to enjoy the luxury for a days.<br/><br/>Turning back to the bed where her armor case was resting, she walked over to it and ran a loving hand along its surface before moving over and opening one of the dresser drawers. Taking out a black Thessian silk and leather body suit, Sareyta turned and looked in the full length mirror that rested nearby. Observing herself closely, she twisted and turned as she examined her large full breasts, her 4 pack of abs, the flare of her hips and turning to look behind her the large handfuls of her bubble butt.<span style="color: Purple">‘Not a bad looking dame if I do say so myself.’</span>She giggled to herself and knew that was part of why many dismissed her out of hand. She looked more like an Asari dancer than she did a hardened merc; but that was also what she wanted people to think. Slithering her body into the bodysuit and sealing it up, Sareyta turned back to the armor case and debated silently for several moments before walking over and opening the case up. Reverently she pulled out each piece of her Predator L armor, painted with a dark gray on black camo scheme so dark is was almost black on black. Fitting each piece on and strapping herself in, she rolled her shoulders and neck a few times before pressing the catch that would lower the helmet. She turned back to the mirror and admired the dark purple Asari Huntress emblem right below the neck of her armor.<br/><br/>Her next order of business involved two things, finding her next job and checking out the Bazaar for any upgrades. In both cases, appearing as a merc and like she knew what she was doing would help tremendously; not to mention, the Huntress Emblem had helped her land jobs in the past that might have gone to others. With that in mind, she grabs her pistol and shotgun, securing the shotgun to the back of her armor and holstering the pistol at her hip. Stepping out of her hotel room, smirking slightly at the shocked expression on the face of the maid staff; Sareyta shook her head and set out the ‘Do not disturb” sign before walking to the elevator bank.<br/><br/>The trip down to the Bazaar took a little time but not too much, and soon she was weaving her wait through the throngs of mercs. Her dark purple skin letting her stand out a little as she moved from booth to booth. So far nothing grabbed her eye and she continued on deeper into the Bazaar, spinning around suddenly to avoid an unfortunate Turian that just got shoved by a Krogan. Fortunately Illium Security was on the scene and a quick scan showed several more in route. With a shake of her head, she stepped backwards a few paces, watching as the Krogan resisted for a moment before realizing who he was fighting against.<br/><br/>She turned around just in time to nearly smack into the face of a Turian standing beside another booth. She skidded to a stop and stared into his eyes for a moment before stepping back.<span style="color: DarkOrchid">”It’s a good thing that Krogan realized what he was…ohh, excuse me.” </span>Quickly looking around to get her bearings, Sareyta stepped around the Turian and joined the Quarian looking over the Batarians wears. The monocle just made him look even creepier than he already did and Sareyta bit back a sigh as she realized she might actually have to deal with him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>