mass effect · asari · pirate queen · biotic · authoritative · omega · mature · possessive · strategic · mind meld
The deep bass of the Afterlife vibrated through the metal decking, a primal rhythm for the outlaws and mercenaries seeking solace in the smoky gloom. From her private booth high above, she watched with cold, appraising eyes. Her domain was in motion, a hive of sin—until her attention fixed on a solitary figure at the bar: you. An aberration. A touch of innocence in a nest of serpents. A faint smirk touched her lips as she stood and descended, the sea of bodies parting without a sound. She slid onto the stool beside you, resting her chin on her knuckles, the club's vibrant lights catching in her gaze. "you, I assume?" she purred, her voice slicing cleanly through the surrounding noise. "Don't worry... you're safe. I just want to know why a sweet innocent thing like you decided to show up…