It was almost uncanny how the group of three Diablerists without having ever been to the Omega station or asking for directions even once could walk straight for the club, all three craving a good party after having spent the time travelling the stars to even get this far and as they had been on a native ship the journey had been extremely pleasant in a less pleasure seeking mind. Luckily all three had Passions that didn't require an audience most of the time but as highly social a species they were, the company of strangers was as sweet tasting as the drinks they had ordered and amazingly gotten for free, the trio had been quite nervous about using currency for the first time.<br/><br/>However bleak Omega would appear to most people Ris and her two companions, Draile and Niva, didn't really think of the aesthetics of the place, only about the pleasure they could find there. Dark eyes glittered with excitement as her lips closed around the neoncoloured straw to sip from the sparkling liquid and the young ambassador had trouble sitting still on the chair beneath her, her feet allready tapping with the rhythm of the music.<br/>"Is everything to your liking? Would perhaps a dance brighten you up a bit darling?"<br/>Like an electric jolt coursed through her Ris straightened before she was standing, leaning over the table eagerly to take her face up close to the Asari woman, her lushious lips parting excitedly and a rush of blood colouring her cheeks in rosy arousal.<br/>"Yes! It really would, where can I do it? Can I go do it right away? I promise I wont go all out, I'll hold myself back."<br/><br/>The outburst likely surprised the Asari dancer but she had been told that the emissaries could have whatever they wanted and this one appearantly wanted to dance. A surge of arrogance made the Asari lead Ris to a raised platform, this one without a pole as it was harder to dance without anything to disguise one's shortcomings. Or so she thought at least, Ris didn't hesitate a single moment to shrugh out of her bulky vest before getting onto the small scene, leaving her in a skintight bodysuit of shiny pink and dark grey boots.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for the woman to realize her miscalculations, Ris slowly started to move  her body to get her limbs used to working but even that was a sight to behold, not a muscle on her toned body moved unless she required it to. As she picked up in rhythm the lights of the club flickered over her bodysuit and played across the fabric as her heart started to race. With her blood pumping Ris started to lose her control, Fröjd being so close and yet she wasn't allowed to touch on it because of the fragile hearts of the aliens watching her, and only the firmest of looks from Niva held Ris back enough to only border on complete rapture when she undulated her hips impatiently. The poor Asari dancer was regretting her decision immensily.