<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/EZYQq4X.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>There was a turian standing at the base of the stairs as Jarv approached, his face marked with worn yellow face paint that barely clung to his carapace or his brow. The same yellow of his eyes was sharp and clear in contrast, locked on to the batarian who introduced himself with no preamble. Jarv’s immediate response was a huff of amusement before the turian was jerking his thumb up and over his shoulder, indicating the stairs. “You can tell her yourself. She’s been waitin’ for you.” Even with his voice raised, the music threatened to drown out his words beneath a wave of bass and heavy beats, the same rhythm that dancers above twisted and swayed to.<br/><br/>And that was the first obstacle, an easy hurdle. As the stairs curled slightly inward toward the circular bar at the center of the room, they would bring the Batarian up to mid-level of the club. This platform held the infamous couch that seated the Queen of Omega herself, but it also housed a heavy presence of additional guards. There were seven of them up here, heavily armed with the best weapons, mods, and gear that money could buy. Their tech wasn’t just for show, however, as each piece seems to be heavily customized to fit the individual user who, no doubt, could handle their own in a fight. The only two figures in this group who weren’t armed were the private dancers hand-selected by the asari herself.<br/><br/>While Aria’s guards were disarming and scanning Jarv before he would even be allowed to approach the couch, the asari’s full attention seemed to be focused on the naked dancers arching themselves in supplication before their Queen.<br/><br/>Another turian, this one with a thick band of green face paint across one side of his face, disarmed the batarian while a salarian gave Jarv a full body scan. They were thorough, with no room for politeness. Only when the Salarian spoke up, “He’s clean,” did Aria move her eyes away from the asari women who were currently demonstrating their ability to braid and weave themselves together.<br/><br/>“Sit.”