Mozart ambled forth from an expensive stereo system, the luxurious cabin insulated from the intimidating roar of the powerful engine flexing its metaphorical muscles as the owner made her best to set a new record for the Citadel’s highest speeding violation.  The sleek, black bodied car raced alongside the other traffic, constantly and daringly darting and weaving in and out of dense pockets of other vehicles, the driver showcasing skills that trademarked any professional. A pair of jade colored eyes checked the rearview and for the first time this evening their owner got a good look at herself this evening since she’d left her lavish apartment in the Presidium and she couldn't help but thing she cut quite the striking figure. Pale skin with Raven –black hair in a bun atop her head, held together with jade-colored ceramic chopsticks as was once popular fad back on Earth with a necklace of real jade at her neck to really make her ‘eyes pop’ as the term went.. Her features were particularly striking, almost bold or angular, lending to her the sort of beauty that of a large cat or predator. She was both dangerous and beautiful and knew it from the confident look in her jade eyes to the smirk that just barely tugged at the corners of her lips.<br/><br/>Nayomi, or so the elegant cursive across the splash banner of her extranet side had called her, was in quite the mood this evening. Her head slowly moved to the soothing sounds of the classical music that serenaded her, eyes focused half-on the road, half-on the holographic HUD overlay imposed onto the windscreen of her sports car. She was drawing closer and closer to the entrance of Citadel Ward 87 , as was the official Council designation though the locals knew it simply as Limbo. It was a suiting name she thought. “One step away from damnation “ She echoed the sentiment about the Ward as she drew ever closer, her sultry voice  thick with amusement at the thought about just how oddly fitting it was. Here she was, a tried and true escort heading to an arranged date with a supposed  Merc for drinks, dancing and well… what else comes after a night of dancing and drinking with a woman you paid for? It truly was one step away from damnation in her eyes but it was a life she actually enjoyed and the money was good and not just the cash she got from escorting and maintaining a healthy list of clientele.<br/><br/>No, she was getting paid on the side for this one, collecting a large sum of credits transferred to her account from the foundation she worked for. They’d given her the intel of course, they were the ones who’d even told her the gal she was supposed to meet was a Mercenary  officer who supposedly was a little on the renegade side and had told her to get them info on the captain they could use for their own purposes. So of course when she’d made sure a ‘friend’ of hers had passed along the name of her extranet site full of pictures showing just what she had to offer as an ‘ Escort for those with exotic tastes.’ The mods hadn't been cheap nor had the gene therapy to made sure they’d adapted been enjoyable but they’d led to a lucrative and engaging career posing as an escort for this firm and doing their wet work.. sometimes in more than one way.<i> ‘ Beggars can’t be choosers Nayomi. Plus you enjoy it. . . sometimes.’</i><br/><br/>The loud dinging of her navigation system announcing her arrival shook the woman from her thoughts however and pulling into a large parking garage she set the powerful beast of a car down far away from the rest. “Destination reached. Have a good day, Nayomi.” The professional escort mouthed the recording word for word, mocking the feminine VI as fingers traced the black leather of her car seats. At least the destination should be fun. Limbo of course was home to a club named in the same vain and though Nayomi would be hesitant to call anything in the Ward 87 ‘nice’ the club came as close as anything in the forsaken badlands of the Citadel could ever be. For one it didn't play the bass pounding headache-inducing drivel all the other hangouts did and that was part of the reason she’d chose it for her first meeting with her newest client, that and a public meeting place just on the off chance her intel was wrong and the cop was actually a psycho out to gut her for fun. Those were the risks when you had sex for a living she supposed.<br/><br/>With one more resigned sigh the woman-for-hire opened the door to her car. It let out a low hiss of air, the door swinging up on a butterfly hinge as she swung her legs over and out and stood up. Looking at herself in a nearby puddle of water she took the time to adjust her hair and jade bead necklace, giving herself once last sexy look. Oh yes this would do. She was dressed to kill, her petite and slender figure perfect for the little black dress with the plunging neckline she chose, her black heels boosting her compact height to be on par on what was considered normal. Handbag held close to her side just in case she needed the collapsible baton hidden inside the woman walked towards the back entrance to Limbo with a steady swaying gait.<br/><br/>What could possibly be awaiting her inside she wondered…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>