<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>Side-eye<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv<br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>“How very perceptive of you.” Nothing in the asari’s tone or stern expression suggested that she believed those words. Neither would they allow the batarian sitting across from her to feel a moment of pride or fall under the impression that he should be patted on the back for an insightful job well done. Aria T’loak could hand over compliments that stripped away paint. She kept her steady and cold inflection of tone which reflected in the heavy weight of her eyes. This was a woman who was estimated to be over a thousand years old, and while she might not look ancient, her weighted gaze told a different story.<br/><br/>“This saves me from the speech I’ve been practicing. Now that I know that<em>Jarv Valak</em>is gracing us with his brilliance in observation, I can sleep easy at night, knowing that all will be taken care of.” A few of the guards chuckled at that, but none made it a point to do so loudly.<br/><br/>The asari dancers continued to braid and weave, but the act they were performing had less to do with moving to the music and more for pleasuring themselves. Their legs were wrapping around one another’s torso, scissoring, grinding, and rocking with moans that were too real to fit inside a porno. While neither one of the women seemed to look at Jarv, they were certainly aware that they were putting on a show and fed off of it.<br/><br/>“Shall I point out the obvious now? You have both of your arms and legs- so I can assume you’re not the sort of fuck-up that lives only a brief existence around explosives. You have four eyes- that must make you a Batarian!”<br/><br/>Now she turned her head, away from the asari ‘dancers’ moaning and tangling, and to the alien with four eyes. The only thing that changed with her expression was an amused tug at the corner of her purple lips. “How am I doing so far?”