People are already staring at the two asari as they bump and grind into each other though they say nothing nor do nothing. Seeing a couple simply doing what was perfectly acceptable on any dance floor was nothing new on Omega. The thought of her little game being compared to Russian roulette made the older asari laugh, her hands squeezing Jindari’s hips for a moment. “Yeah, with more than one chamber loaded…” it was of course all grade A bullshit, the Spectre had never had more than Niala when it came to children but the thought of it… and this little asari already so willing to play along with it was delightful.<br/>“If you call me that one more time I’m going to pin you on the bar and a lot of people are about to see just what color that pretty ass of yours is.” It had always been younger asari that she’d been drawn to and this was why. Sure matrons and matriarcs –knew- what they wanted but that was exactly what they wanted. Their wants and desires were a lot less fluid and they were much less inclined to experiment if need be, and Serena could tell this one was … well quite willing to get dirty so to speak.<br/><br/>Serena rolls her hips back just as aggressively,  her hard blue eyes filled with amusement as the younger asari lies to keep up with her. A smirk slowly formed on her angled features, the matron nearly about to say something before she feels a slight tug at the waistband of her military pants and feels the warm feel of a hand on the flesh of her rear. It made the older woman gasp and roll her hips slowly in reflex. “Goddess” was all she could murmur as the young asari played to one of her favorite kinks, one that most partners were simply willing to ignore. From the grasp it was quite clear that the Spectre was wearing a tight, almost spandex like pair of boy shorts made in the same vain as the military shirt she wore, the breathable material so thin that the texture of her skin could evne be felt through it.<br/><br/>The point that her new friend polished off her beer and cheekily demanded she be taken home and fucked properly, calling Serena ‘pops’ however was the final poke that stoked the embers of the arousal building her stomach and turned desire into wanton –need- for some young azure. Her eyes narrow and she grins, her lips coming within a millimeter of Jindari’s , brushing just barely against them before she pulls back and pushes her toned , pert rear into the other asari’s grasping hand and failing to contain a shiver. “ Oh I’m gonna take you home and fuck you. But if you don’t call me daddy at least once during I’m gonna handcuff you to the bed and leave you in a puddle.” It  was platful banter and Serena had already made up her mind. She was going to take this woman to the only real home she had now in the galaxy with Niala and her bondmate gone.<br/><br/>The matron leans back and reaches behind herself adjusting the woman’s hand so it’s holding onto  her waistband before she starts to lead the woman quickly out of the writhing crowd into the poorly lit streets. Needless to say the few got a few looks but it wasn’t uncommon for what was going down to really happen on Omega so they were left alone until they broke through the last door of the club and hit the cooler air now that all the tightly packed bodies were gone. Sernena looks back at Jidari and winks, biting her lip subtly and making sure the woman’s hand was still in place firmly on her waistband before she took off onto a sidecut through an alley, speaking behind herself to the other asari. “ Hope you don’t mind if we take a more.. private detour to the apartment.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>