The tri-optic red glow of the apparent combative suit of the alien menace was first seen, followed by the actual appearance of the tall black armor covering it's full body like a second skin. Long black tendrils jut out of the back of the helmet and follow all the way down to thin tips at the swell of the hip. Traveling in pairs, carrying their dreaded "black ray" guns; molecular particle disintegrator rifles. Devilish weaponry that bypasses all physical armor and leaves no trace of remains at all. Traveling in apparent pairs as they walk towards the table and then split, one going left, the other going right. Amongst the darkness, a figure would approach...but alas, it wasn't what Alora would have expected...not at all.<br/><br/>A lone human girl, dressed in what appeared to be traditional silk black cloth of a slave's garment of some sort of Asian descent approached with her hands clasped and her head bowed. Raising her head as her dark locks would spread across her cheeks and curl about her shoulders shown a bit of the beautiful face underneath. Soft eyes void of any emotion and offered only internal surrender, she was truly broken. A thin, silver seemingly full physical silver band rested about her neck, firm and snug to show a sign of ownership. She was short, especially when compared to the rather tall aliens which towered around on average of seven to eight feet each. The girl would bow and open her right hand, motioning it to behind her as she stepped out of the way and announced in her soft voice. "Mistress Kheri'kanna Versa; Captain of Deathstrider and First in Command of the Gravarian Armada Omega."<br/><br/>If only Alora had it easier when negotiating with another race. The Gravarians were known across the cosmo for their insidious games of dark humor, their vile militaristic attitude, the subjugation of other races and would in fact sell their very mothers into slavery if it would get them ahead. In swayed from the darkness was something of an apparent beauty and horror combined into one.<br/><br/>Tall, lithe and elegant with full, firm feminine curves. Clad in a mixture of various outfits from that of what would appear to be a merger of uniform, an elegant ambassador gown and Dominatrix BDSM gear. Exposed skin, completely stark white in appearance as if someone bleached their skin of all color. Elongated fingers with an extra thumb positioned at the other side of the palm made it mirror itself, upon these long fingers were pointed black nails, sharpened to a point to resemble claws. Long, serrated ears donned with various intricate piercings would draw attention to the elvish looking face. Long, pointed and elegant, a small skeletal nose and the appearance of a third eye above her brow would offset this, giving it a true alien appearance. Dark red reptilian slit eyes glanced between the various people at the table as she approached. The lack of hair, instead long fleshy black tendrils that started thicker at the scalp would scale down her features and end at her swell of her firm ass resembled a type of dreadlock.<br/><br/>In peculiarity, she appeared as if she was about to burst out of her outfit, heavy breasts pressed firm against the top of that leather appearing uniform, the areola of the nipples were purposely expose, only leaving the pierced nipple hidden underneath. Taking her seat right next to the now kneeling human as she would lay her head in the alien's lap, as if she was her pet. The alien looked about the two, before nodding as one of those tendrils twitched. "Yes...let's proceed." She spoke, but in stereo, it was quite odd, but nonetheless, soft and bittersweet.