<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E3xNoOi.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Aria T’Loak<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Omega<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 22nd 2174, Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega, Afterlife, The Couch<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Snake eyes<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv | Unito<br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>“Please me,” She said, returning her focus to the writhing dancers once again, “and you will be compensated for a job well done on top of a clean slate. But disappoint me, Jarv, and you’ll look forward to being spaced.”<br/><br/>There was giggling, moaning. The Asari dancer on the left- more purple in tone than blue- was arching her back and tangling her legs around the shoulders of the other who was doing something with her tongue and hand that both looked and sounded impressive. They had moved to the floor by now, and even over the pulsing music their cries could be heard.<br/><br/>“As far as discretion goes, what I don’t want is to hear you blabbering any details of this job to people other than me. Do you know the definition of ‘circumspect’?” She lifted a brow at him- a gestured that was made much more apparent by the shifting tattoos across her face. Then she stretched her arms out against the back of the couch, lifting one hand to point at the batarian. “You do the job. You keep your mouth shut. You tell no one unless you wish to become a loose end.”<br/><br/>The hand that pointed to Jarv twisted, then gave an impatient ‘come hither’ wag at Unito who had just finished being patted down by her security. With a tilt of her chin, Aria indicated that Unito should take a position on the couch beside Jarv. “Unito here will be going with you.” Aria smirked. “Six eyes are better than four.”