Asari were known for their beauty, and Aria was among the most beautiful. Not many knew where she had come from, or who she was. Quite a few snickered and joked about her sudden presence. hat was fine by her. They’d soon know the truth.

She was a dancer. New to Omega, trying to earn a living, as was the typical story. Her story though, had a tiny little new detail.

She was going to own this station.

There was no concern, no uncertainty in her mind. She was going to own this place, and those who snickered would be the first to go.

She stood on the stage now, many eyes on her already. Just her presence commanded attention. She quite liked that power. Especially when it earned her the eyes of the owner of Afterlife. That was her first goal; overtake this club, and she would overtake it all.

She began to dance now. Elegant and provocative, moving in such ways that seemed to captivate the viewers, put them in a trance. The asari had quite unique powers. Some could soothe by talking, by singing or massaging. Aria could command attention by dancing; and oh, was she good at it. It made it quite easy for her, of course. Owners of asari nightclubs were usually horny enough; her dancing would be more than enough to secure an easy way in, an easy way to overthrow the owner.