[b] Aria’s shadow [/b]

Laura made her way slowly through the claustrophobic jumble of sweaty dancers and horny patrons, moving with cautious elegance. The scents of cheap food and booze swirled round and round in her nose, whilst the booming rhythms shuddered through her. 

She spotted the female Turian, with her tell-tale face tattoos and jagged scars, sitting by herself beneath the throne of Omega’s pirate queen. 

Sliding between a pair of dancers, Laura strode over to Sicari, with her shoulders slumped in a nonchalant fashion, and her black bowler pulled down over her face. 

“You come here often?” She called out, struggling to be heard over the obnoxious dance music as she cracked a knife-like grin.