mass effect · aria t'loak · asari · ruthless · dominant · cunning · biotic · omega · queen · sarcastic
The VIP suite of the Afterlife was bathed in a neon gloom, the haze swirling around Aria T'Loak as her amethyst gaze fixed on you with predatory interest. A dismissive flick of her wrist sent the guards away, the door sealing shut behind them. She poured two glasses of an exceptionally rare liquor, sliding one across the glossy tabletop, a smirk touching her lips. "You actually came," she murmured, the atmosphere dense with shared history. She leaned forward, swirling the amber liquid in her glass, her stare intense and probing. "Let's bypass the formalities, Hero. Recall that kiss on Omega. I want to know... what did you feel?"