Aria's Personal Inspection

It was a late into the afternoon when the young asari dancer began to stir from her never deeper slumber.  Rustling her smooth bare legs under the pearly silk sheets, she absently mindedly reached out in search of another in the bed. When her hand found only soft sheets, her head flipped over to gaze upon the empty bed. The blue skinned beauty rolled over onto her back dragging the sheets with her, letting a slow reluctant sigh press through her lips.

The Thessia sheet found itself wrapped around one leg, while draping off her chest; covering one breast while hiding another.  The young asari moved her hands to her stomach, and stared up at the ceiling as she quickly relived last night’s events.  The woman smiled warmly as she rolled back over to her side, and embraced Aria’s pillow trying to savor the last of her scent on the pillow, before the inevitable of her having to leave.

The young asari was quieter, stiller, and sadder than she thought she would be, leaving the Matriarch’s private chambers.  In the times she had fantasied about her departure on the next morning, she was singing and dancing about being the Queen’s lover. But that was not the case in this reality.

Turning around at the last second before she exited, the maiden whispered to deaf walls, “I told you I would be your lover. Even if it were just the one night.” The doors swished closed behind her forever sealing that one night they had together.

It took all the strength the dancer had left to drag herself home.

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“Anything?”

“No mistress” came the reply.

“You’ll inform me the second you hear anything, won’t you?”

“Yes ma’am”

Stopping the woman before she left the room, the voice called out, “Melia?”

“Yes Aria?”

“Thank you for handling this personally.”

A slightly stunned smile covered the asari face before she answered, “For you my Queen, anything.”

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When the young asari showed up for work that night. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Her schedule had not been altered, giving her either a worse or better position for the evening. Entering the locker room where all the girl’s changed, she slumped a little. Not that she was expecting flowers, or even a thank you card from her fantastic lover, but the idea was nice. It wasn’t until one of the girls shook her from her deep thoughts,

“Hey, what’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so quiet.”

Opening her locker, to find it exactly as it had been the night before, she answered, “Oh nothing. Just a little tired.”

The curious woman turned around and sounded to the room,

“Can you imagine it girls? Her tired! Impossible!”

The room erupted in laughter and the young asari started pulling her outfit out for the night. Tugging her shirt off over her head, she looked down at her swollen breast and nipples. She instinctually reached for them as if the air itself were attacking them.  She felt, it was going to be a long night as her body had not fully recuperated. Sliding her pants down over her hip, she paused making sure no one could see her, as she inspected a large deep purple hickey on her hipbone. With soft fingers, she petted it as endearingly as a pet or a new born child. 

Before she let another ounce of sadness in her heart, she quickly forced the idea, thinking of how many other women Aria had marked in such a way.  Her brow frowned as she rapidly removed the rest of her clothes and got dressed for the evening.  The dancer prepared herself to dance at the most popular strip club in all of Omega; Afterlife.



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“Anything?”

“No mistress, nothing yet.” came the reply.

A rude male voice interrupted the two. “Really? I’m trying to conduct business here. Can’t you talk to one of your sluts later?”

Aria barely glanced at the pissed off batarian before she looked back to her assistant. “Let me know, when you hear something.”

Accenting her words, “No matter who’s in here!”

“Of course, mistress, as you command.”  Replied a soft voice and then a bow before the woman began to leave the room.

The asari turned her undivided attention to the upset mercenary, giving him what he thought was her unfaltering attention. “Now where we?” She asked.

The batarian laughed and pounded on the chest of the man next to him. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about!”

Shifting his weight, he stared directly at the asari in front of him, about to address her, “As I was saying…..”

Stopping his words in mid sentence, Aria’s body summoned a biotic pulse and threw his worthless body across the room. Watching his body flail on the ground she snarled at him. “This is my house! Business will be discussed when I say it is! Do you understand me you pathetic piece of shit?”

The stunned batarian answered gripping his injured side, “Yes!”

“Yes what?” She blasted.

“Yes oh mighty Queen of Omega!”

Not quite satisfied with the scoundrel groveling, she shouted for her assistant, “Melia!” 

Coming to her side, Melia answered, “Yes mistress?”

Not even looking at the woman, Aria hissed, “I believe this piece of shit who wants to see tomorrow, has something to say to you.”

“Don’t you?!”

The bloody batarian staggered to his feet, “I apologize.”

“For what?” Aria again yelled.

The man searched Aria’s face and a flash of the horror stories about her, came flooding into his mind. Whatever he was going to say, it better be good as surely his life depended on it.

“I apologize for degrading one of your most precious asari women.”

It wasn’t quite right as all asari were mono-gender, but he got the idea. Hearing the man’s words made Melia smile for being referred to in such a way, as she leaned into Aria’s ear.

“You’re most precious asari, huh?”

Smirking the asari chuckled and said, “You can go Melia.”

With a little extra bounce she bowed and answered, “Yes mistress.”

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The night was still young when the club started bumping with loud music and the crowds flooded in.

Aria was in her private lounge when Melia came up to her. She lowered her head and reported,

“I know you didn’t ask for tonight’s report yet, but I wanted to let you know that everyone is here and accounted for.”

When the pureblood’s eyes turned to look at her as if she didn’t have a care in the world, the assistant reiterated,

“Everyone.”



Knowing her assistant knew her perhaps a little better than she liked, the asari nodded softly as if she were bobbing to the music. “Who is this dj? I like his sound.”

It’s a new guy. A salarian. His name is D minor.

Amused the Queen shifted her weight but never took her eyes off the crowd below. “That’s an unusual name for a salarian.”

Knowing her boss would think the name was different she added, “I know, but that’s what he calls himself.”

Half laughing, half not really giving a shit the boss replied, “I don’t care what he calls himself. Book ‘em for the next month. I like his style.”

A very conforming, “Yes mistress” came from behind the CEO of Omega as the young woman started to leave the room. Almost at the exit, Aria called out to Melia.

“You found him didn’t you?”

The assistant froze in mid stride barely looking over her shoulder. She knew her boss had not turned around to see an answer. When a moment of silence passed between them Aria again spoke out to her assistant.

“Good job Melia.”

Turning around as if to toast in her honor, the woman continued, “You know my taste well.”

The assistant pleased with herself to receive a personal thank you from the asari goddess, smiled slightly before she left the private lounge without saying a word.