Shakar drank the red liquid from her glass. It was very mild, at least for her. However, she was much more interested in the Asari that was dancing just inches in front of her. She couldn't believe how the owner of this place would let people sit right in front of such sensual dancers. They were clearly slaves, they had to be. The dancing girl was so sensual, so pretty, Shakar had never seen anything like it.<br/><br/>She gave her a devious smile. "So, pretty one. Where do you come from? I'd love to know the location of your planet so I could.. visit." She was already planning to make all the Asari the slaves of her people, not knowing anything about them, simply based on their beauty. She would have to report her findings to the council, back on her planet. But then, a group of men coming in the bar caught her attention, and she stood up, crossing her arms and looking in their direction. She wondered if those people knew anything about this meeting she was supposed to attend.<br/>