Aria T’Loak hated the fact she lost Omega, her home, her domain to Cerberus, and she hated the new nightclub she was in, the Purgatory Bar, her personal hell. How dare they call it a nightclub, it was nothing compared to Afterlife. Something had to be done about the transactions against her, the Illusive Man will pay for what he did. Crossing her legs, she lets a sigh, looking off into the commemorating crowd not too far from the VIP lounge she claimed for herself.