[Citadel, Little Rannoch] What's Under The Hood? (closed)

Little Rannoch was something else. Granted, a lot of quarians had returned to Rannoch butt other had come back as traders and importers. It was home to exiles and those who never returned from their pilgrimages for whatever reason. There were the interspecies couples that had always existed, no matter how hostile the general tome had been towards the suit people. Asari mostly, but also turians and some rare humans had found the love of their lives and some of tehm settled in and around the quarter. In a way the Citadel, hostile to quarians as to had been and was, was also still a great spaceship, something a Flotilla born quarian could relate to.

Arina Caenis, asari diplomat occasionally wandered around the markets, not necessarily looking for things she needed but it just because she liked the atmosphere. There was a bar at the end of one of the large bazaar streets, right next to a suit repair shop, small, only a couple of chairs and tables. Behind the counter was an asari and a quarian male, running the show. Business was low and they were occupied with cleaning and preparing things when Arina sat down, ordering a kaffe, which the asari started to prepare from an old but cool looking piece of machinery. Possibly some junk her husband had repaired. It was charming.

She watched her omnitool, browsing a few news sites and waited for her ‘date’.

In only a few months Leeta's life had turned around so much. She was going out and meeting people on a regular basis. As she made her way through Little Rannoch, she wondered if she should tell her colleagues she was no longer a hermit. Her work was suffering just a little - but in the past she had always been an overachiever. She lived and breathed work and kept her head down, not wanting to risk anything by going out and making friends. It was a little bit thrilling now, but a year of essentially living in her apartment and her work felt like long enough.

Reaching the bar Arina had mentioned, Leeta smiled and gestured in greeting. "Arina!" She swept in, all excitement, and had a seat in front of her friend. "It is good to see you - I am sorry we did not get to talk more the other night!" If she was sorry she did not sound like she had lost anything by the way things ha turned. She locked her fingers together in front of her, hands on the table and her head quirked in a very expectant way. Something about inter-species relationships fascinated her. They were so exotic and adventurous. In the flotilla you spend your time growing up around your own people with extremely limited exposure to other species - so it is hard not to develop little fantasies, especially with vids like Fleet & Flotilla to fill your head with dreams of otherworldly romances.

“Leeta!” Arina was happy to see the small quarian. Her colorful appearance seemed to fall more in line with her good mood lately. She could remember, when they had first met, that Leeta had been much more reserved and subdued. Since then not only had the two became friends but was even going to places like the BlueShift.

She extended her hands across the table for greeting touch. “Great to see you, girl. You know, had we talked much that night, I would have missed out on something! Me, being totally selfish here.” She smiled and winked.

“Sulla – that’s the guy’s name actually. Sounds cool, doesn’t it? – anyway, Sulla is already shipped out to some ass end post doing the tough turian thing. Well, who knows if he even remembers me when he drops by on the citadel next time.” She looked dreamily, but knew very well that she had left quite an impression on the handsome turian boy. They could actually be friends in the future, Arina guessed. And bang some more, maybe.

“Anyway,” she continued, sipping from her kaffe, “You sounded so eager to hear about it. So you want to hear it right away, all the dirty, dirty details?”
From what Arian had caught up with, she didn’t think Leeta had much experience with romantic encounters. Hm, Leeta probably was the type – sorry, had been the type who didn’t even notice boys drooling for her – cute as she was – because of work being more important. That had to change.

“Or would you like telling first how your evening was?”

Leeta grinned broadly. Even though it was hidden by her visor, it was apparent in the way she chirped, "Oohhoo, well I wouldn't want you to miss out on anything." She leaned forward as Arina began, nodding in encouragement. "Right right - Sulla," she remarked absently. She had spoken with them briefly before they disappeared together, so she vaguely remembered the name. She had been too transfixed by the dancers and not been paying too much attention to what they had been saying...which, considering the way their night went, might have been a good thing. Leeta clucked her tongue in disapproval at the news he had already disappeared again. "Turians...they should know when to take a proper break!" Funny, coming from her.

Without even meaning to, Leeta leaned forward further when she caught Arina's dreamy expression. Apparently it had definitely been a night to remember. At Arina's remark about her obvious intrigue, Leeta blushed wildly and gave a nervous laugh. Arina was right; Leeta was hardly experienced in romance. It was never something encouraged in the quarian youth because of the risks associated with romantic entanglements. That did not do much to stop the fantasy and romance of it all though. Leeta had just assumed she'd eventually find some quiet engineer to marry but she had never put much thought into how she'd get around to meeting anyone. Not that she even wanted a quiet engineer.

"Oh, my evening...it was nice actually. I got to talk to that quarian dancer and she was...full of surprises." She shrugged and added, "it was exciting for me but not nearly as exhilarating as the night you had I bet.

Arina chuckled over Leeta’s remark on turian breaks.
“Well, as you wish, Miss jackanapes, here comes the story. I really don’t know why I eyed him. He was cute but it was just a hunch. One of those things you do out of impulse… His dancing was so sweet.” Arina chuckled, remembering his easy moves. “He’s the kind of guy to only start what he can finish. And about the breaks… he’s not one to need many breaks, he has awesome stamina and oh, his equipment is clearly above average ...”

Arina was retelling the night in quite lively colors, mostly concentrating on Sulla’s many talents (some yet a bit underdeveloped but with great potential!). She felt a bit of tension rising inside herself when her body remembered the various stimuli. She moved around a bit on her chair. Sometimes she leaned over the table to only hush something in a “can you believe that!” manner.

“… and as time went on he became quite confident, his talons on my skin - give me the shivers just now!” Arina’s face showed excitement and grin. “Well, the scratches were just minor though…Oh, and he stayed for breakfast, you know, not just ran while I was asleep. Needless to say… one thing led to another again and… well, he left around midday and I guess if my muscle aches the next day were any indication, his must have been similar.”

She sipped from her kaffe, smiling at Leeta, winking.
“So you like turian boys, huh? Just generally or …. anyone specific?” Arina leaned forward, her face propped on a hand.

Leeta chuckled quietly as Arina described her encounter with Sulla. It wasn't until she started delving into the later hours of the night that the quarian was hanging on every word. If she hadn't been wearing her visor, Arina would have had full view of Leeta's awed, gaping expression as she was regaled with every juicy detail. She leaned forward, her elbow propped up on the table to cradle her chin in her hand. She began to suspect that Arina was being modest when she thought Sulla wouldn't even remember her. It sounded like they couldn't get enough of each other.

The phrase talons on my skin made Leeta hold her breath as her imagination jumped into overdrive. She often wondered what it would be like to have someone else touch her skin. The last time her skin had been touched by another person's skin... She startingly realized that she couldn't remember the last time someone else had touched her skin. The only things that drifted into memory were when she was extremely young, and having skin to skin contact with her mother's hand. Her brow furrowed deeply as she sifted through memories. She had been touched other times of course - fixed up if she had obtained some injury, but it was always in a sterile environment and she never came into contact with the medic's actual skin.

Before she knew it she had let out a longing sigh. She smiled wistfully and turned her attention back to Arina. "I like -- well... I mean I do not know many men, turian or otherwise, so I am not thinking of anyone in particular. I guess I have never met anyone I was really drawn to, and if I was a little bit attracted, I never thought about it or pursued it because there was no real point. The risk involved in anything serious always seems like more trouble than it is worth, and if I were to get involved with someone it would have to be more...long-term." She paused thoughtfully, drumming the fingers of one hand on the table. With some annoyance, she realized that probably meant she wouldn't be find many turian men for the same reason Arina had offhandedly said 'who knows if he even remembers me next time.' "I guess I can see the attractive features in most species..." she lowered her voice before she continued. "...but there is something erotic about men who are not quarians."

Leeta being ‘untouched’ wasn’t a surprising revelation for Arina at this point. She was just happy, the quarian didn’t feel awkward around her and her stories. She could sense longing in Leeta’s voice, she wanted to find someone who was right for her and for all Arina was concerned, she had every right to.

Funny enough, being a cute looking and funny quarian girl should make it easy to get to know men. ‘Mr. Right’ was something completely different. There were so many interested in getting to know quarians but even now the suit people mostly tended to keep to themselves so it wasn’t that easy for outsiders to get into their circles. The old habits of being treated as outcasts, it was a real shame. That could change with time.

“Well, that offers a wide variety and basically only rules out the asari” Arina had to laugh. Diplomatic studies had contained many lectures of the specifics of the inner workings dual-sex species as this was a concept an asari had to learn to understand. It was important if you wanted to catch subtle dynamics in interaction so diplomats took great care to be able to interpret it. It was interesting that a quarian was so openly looking outside her own species, given the possible problems involved.

“Turians are so tall and lean, they have a wild grace. What do you think about humans? I mostly have an attitude issue with them, especially men. But there are some nice looking examples.” Arina thought about a few pictures she had seen on the extranet. “I never met a human that could… well, none I wanted to be intimate with. But I would be interested really. He’s got to be nice though, it seems their males can be dickish way too often.” She raised an eyebrow over own choice of words. “Well, there must be nice ones somewhere.”

“I can hardly imagine… no, I really can’t imagine what it must be like not to have been… touched. What exactly do you feel through your suit?” she extended a hand and was trying to touch Leeta’s arm, leaving it to her to lean into it or retract. It would have been not nice to just grab her despite them being friends. The subject was something intimate after all and Arina was sure Leeta didn’t have that many people to whom she could talk about it.

“We asari are at a great advantage. You don’t need skin contact to meld so we can be with a quarian without him or her having to undress. If only melding is something you want to have. But I admit, the touch of skin to skin is something that’s worth it. What kind of procedures would be needed actually? I guess a cleanroom first?”

In fact, she was interested in nerve stims. She had a few appliances herself that worked with the technology but what must it be to be in a complete suit while someone else was controlling it…

Leeta looked embarrassed at her friend's observation. She supposed her preferences did rule out the asari; but only because she was drawn to a masculine physique. She was about to voice a pathetic explanation when she got the feeling that Arina understood without her having to say anything at all. She smiled, settling down again in the comfort of friendship. For a moment she wanted to ask what it was like to be such a versatile race - where gender wasn't a factor in self-identity, but she ended up just listening to what Arina said next.

Arina's description of turians caused a fierce blush to erupt across Leeta's cheeks. She was grateful again for her visor, and ducked her head in embarrassment. She wondered how much experience Arina had, and if she should ask for tips...not like she was about to make any conquests anyway - the only turian she knew was Dante. She sighed a little longingly, but quirked her head when the conversation turned to humans. "Humans are interesting...I mean, I have met humans I find attractive, but again I have never...well..." She cleared her throat and shrugged helplessly. "I think if I were compatible with someone, their race would not stand in my way. It is just...the matter of meeting someone..." She trailed off and held up her hands in a gesture of helplessness and defeat before chuckling.

The lack of physical touch being necessary for melding intrigued Leeta, and she tilted her head inquisitively. She managed to hold off her questions in order to answer Arina's. "Well," she began softly, looking down at Arina's hand on top of her arm. "I have upgrades in my suit that simulate touch and the environment to a certain extent. I can turn off or turn on the specific simulations if I feel like it. So right now I can 'feel' your arm, but it is synthetic. I imagine it feels very different from reality. The developers do their best of course," she assured Arina, holding up her free hand. "Things are very realistic, but there is just something about it all that feels very fake. You can just sort of...tell. It is too unreal - too calculated. I am not sure I can explain beyond that. I wish I could." She sounded apologetic; her eyes downcast. "Maybe it is just my imagination, but my memories of having someone touch me are so much more vivid than what my suit can replicate. It feels more...real and genuine and natural." She sighed softly and tilted her head to the left.

"What kind of procedure would be necessary to be intimate with someone? Well...a cleanroom would be decent, but being exposed in their environment would be best for a start. If things are thoroughly cleaned but still natural...we can adapt to their environment and them. We might have a harsher reaction at first, but we become used to all of them faster - because intimacy is not going to happen in a clean room. I am of the mind that it is better to try to adapt to their whole environment so you can exist with them with ease." She shrugged apologetically, not sure if she was making much sense. "After the first time, I hear things become much easier and the reaction is much weaker."

Arina listened carefully at what Leeta told her. It was fascinating how far she would be determined to carry herself to be with someone. That someone must be special of course and would be a lucky guy by all means.

“It’s funny, I have in depth knowledge of almost all species but yours is still… so many blank pages. We missed out so many centuries of proper contact, it’s a shame. So you would adapt to a clean place if it only shared by the two of you then? That’s really fascinating and I definitely can see why you’re not going to waste this. But it sounds really great – I mean, the possibility to really be with someone is not so far fetched. There are so many rumors and I guess most of them wrong, like just everything killing you in an instant. I mean, I knew there's a lot of exaggeration but still... You'd invest a lot and that's something to admire.”

Admittedly, she would have liked to touch Leetas arm or had for real or at least see her face. But only the faint hint of two highly reflective eyes behind tinted glass. If she paid attention she could see Leeta blink sometimes.

Arina was old enough to remember the quarians being driven into exile. It had been a time of fear for the galaxy as well, since nobody knew what the geth would do net – nothing as it turned out. Until the Saren disaster. You just never could know what triggers the computer people. She still was careful around them.

“Well, aren’t there any nice guys around where you work, some you could ask out? I mean…. what are you looking for in a guy actually… well, besides the looks?” She chuckled, taking a sip of kaffe.

She wondered it Leeta already had made bad experiences. She didn’t sound like it but there were those kind of creeps that were much more into the suit thing than the person inside.

Leeta chuckled, seeming embarrassed as she leaned back in her seat. "Killing us in an instant...that would be torture hmm? Obviously certain precautions need to be taken, but the room does not have to be a clean room necessarily just a room that happens to be very clean. We essentially have what is the equivalent of an allergic reaction to the environment and the person, until we are able to become part of that specific environment, so to speak." She paused thoughtfully, tapping a finger idly on the table. "On our home world it is very practical to be able to adapt to your environment. You become used to the one planet and the quarian people - there are not many new elements to be introduced such as other species or foreign pollen. But in galactic society where you are on ships or stations," she gestured vaguely as if to say 'like this one,' "where thousands of people can come and go every day, it is extremely impractical. We would be sick all the time, and there is the chance that we would die from that. There are too many millions of different things to adjust to for our bodies to hold out." She paused, sounding amused when she began again. "So I suppose there is the feeling that I -- or we, have to invest a lot in one individual. We would be too vulnerable for our liking, and over time I suppose it became a cultural thing for it to be a great honor to choose to adapt to someone else's space - and not just in a sexual way. Strong friends have been known to do it too." She wrapped her knuckles on her other arm. "We have become very comfortable in these things."

It had never occurred to Leeta that there might be a friend she would want to adapt to. Women seemed to do it more often than men, if her memory served her right...but she waved off the thought as she addressed Arina's next question. She reached up to her helmet, plucking absently at the jaw in a way that was reminiscent of rubbing one's chin. "I feel like...if I asked anyone out from work...well it would not be very interesting. We already spend most of the day together after all. We might end up with nothing to say to each other." She shrugged stiffly. She frowned before adding,
"I guess I do not know exactly what I am looking for."
Adventurous.
"Someone kind I guess..."
Daring and confident.
"...easy to talk to and relax around."
Strong.
"Patient."
Courageous.
"A good sense of humor helps. But the people that I know who seem like that are not people I connect with on a level like that. There is always something missing."

Somewhere along the line, Leeta realized that Arina may have had a long term relationship before, and she became inquisitive. "What about you? What do you look for in a long term partner? Have you had many? What is it like to--" Suddenly she realized it might be insensitive to ask 'what is it like after they die,' and she quickly amended her question. "--have um...such a long life span when so many other species do not?"

Arina listened closely as Leeta told about the specifics of quarian physical intimacy. They were the two opposites of a scale when it came to easiness of intimate and close contact. The mind melding asari, where physical aspects were only one layer of may in a relationship and the quarian where physical closeness was actually a real hazard.
Arina knew they weren’t fragile exactly but constant exposure meant long suffering and who wanted that from a partner? And yet… they could adapt and then they would be able to share without fear.

She raised an eyebrow when Leeta mentioned acclimatization among close friends. That had been new to her but it actually made sense. Just like there were melds for other than sexual purposes. People often forgot that and many only reduced it to that aspect but the sharing of minds among friends wasn’t uncommon among asari, it was a very intimate possibility to share emotions of memories. Sometimes even a non-asari could understand and could share...

She smiled as she realized, although being opposite ends they were maybe closing the cosmic ring on the other side. More similar than it looked at first.

Then came the lifetime question. Funny, Arina thought, she didn’t even know exactly how old Leeta really was.

“It’s.... how the galaxy is. A classic case of ‘tides are’... we are the ones that stay behind, always. In a way this is a soothing thought that given a normal live and no accidents or... Reaper invasions...” she chuckled dryly “the asari will always be the one left behind and going on. We had two millennia to arrange with it and I think we have found a few helpful philosophical approaches.” She leaned back to think a bit.

“No, really... I... may surprise you but I have never been bonded.” She sighed as if remembering a few faces instantly. Long gone faces she hasn’t talked about in a long time. “Oh, I had partners and mates for some period of time but none had been... the one, the ‘to-the-death-one’.” There had been the batarian. For a brief time she had thought that maybe, maybe... “I was very close about eighty years ago. It was between Sur’Kesh and ... Snavess” she seemed to have problems remembering but of course she remembered all too well.

“The man was my dream. He had a great body, sharp mind, he was funny, a good listener...” and a deceiving asshole, only playing her for a secret.

She straightened her back as she said: “I discovered that he was an agent, set at me to get to the department I was working for. It never became known though.” She gritted her teeth. “He had an accident and had to return to his home world.” The salarian she had paid to deliver her message was long dead now. The guy and his home world as well, as she just realized.

“You know, the long life span leaves some problems just in the curbs of history. And seriously, I don’t want to bore you with sad stories from my past.” She leaned forward, relaxing again. She had not talked about that episode for at least fifty year. Thought – sometimes. Talked – never. But Leeta couldn’t know that.

“What do I look for... My job is too often a cage, a ritual dance if you like. These days I need a partner that can offer me distraction, a breakout. The possibility to totally relax and clean my mind. Intellectually or, mind you, sexually.”

She smiled at Leeta. “Sitting here with you does that. Intellectually, that is.”
Maybe she should talk about her hidden secrets more often. Leeta could be the one, maybe.

“So I totally understand you. Dating colleagues is a stupid thing. We both can’t, so what’s to do? We could look for Mr. Right.... Me for you and you for me... of, look, like that turian over there? He’s buying a.... what is that? Anyway, he has nice legs.” Arina rested a chin on a hand and chuckled.

Leeta leaned forward with interest as Arina began describing what it was like. The only quarians Leeta had ever known had all had other quarians for partners - so their life spans had usually matched more or less, unless there happened to be an accident or a reaper invasion...Leeta chuckled softly, slowly becoming aware of the fact that she and Arina were more similar than she had thought. Asari and quarians were so distinctly different in so many ways, but somehow they found ways to identify with each other. Leeta supposed that was one of the qualities of the asari people - they were able to identify with almost any sentient race in one way or another. She sighed softly as she considered this, wondering what advice Arina would be able to give her about finding and attracting someone.

At Arina's confession that she hadn't found any life-long partners, Leeta sat up with surprise. "None?" It occurred to her that she too didn't know just how old her friend was, but she seemed to be experienced, and asari in their youths didn't usually seem to get jobs at the embassy - they were more likely to end up as mercenaries, and Leeta had had her fair share of those. Pursing her lips in thought, Leeta almost missed the description of the man who had almost cut it as a lifetime partner. "Sounds like he was quite a guy if he could win your interests," Leeta finally offered. She noticed how Arina tensed her jaw to grit her teeth and immediately wondered what more there was to the story...but she couldn't backtrack the conversation now, even if she was curious. If Arina wanted to talk about it, she would, Leeta reasoned.

"A cage..." Leeta repeated softly. "I am the same, I think. Things do feel like a cage for me now. I guess that is why I started seeking escapes - even in the form of friends and good conversation," she smiled, turning the compliments of intellectual stimulation back on her friend. "...now I just need to get out there and try dating I guess," she added somewhat ruefully. "I would honestly have to work up some courage to go on a date with anyone, even if he came with your good recommendation." Courage. She used to have so much of that. She wondered where it had all gone, but deep down she knew. Still...there was something appealing about the prospect of matchmaking, and she sneaked a look at the turian Arina was indicated anyway. She quickly faced forward, glad for her visor. It hid her blush - the turian did have very nice legs.

"Tsk," Leeta clicked her tongue in embarrassment and shook her head sheepishly at Arina. "...his broad chest looks nicer than his legs." She laughed softly, trying to remain inconspicuous.

The turian was wearing casuals, so you could be sure it was his body and not just a hardsuit.
“Yeah… I see, you have an eye for that.” she chuckled and continued eyeing the guy who was totally unaware of their scan. “You know, speaking of chests, that’s interesting since I always thought your quarian guys are predestined for a great build in that area. You know, I seem to only know guys with some of the broadest shoulders and impressive chests.” She had occasionally wondered what was under the suit. The marine guards at the consulate for example. [color=#4080BF] “It goes so well with a tendency for small hips. And okay, I admit, shapely legs! I guess, the whole proportions are there with turians as well, not as… curvy muscular but overall …hmmmm.” She mused and compared a few mental images.

“Ach, if only physique was the only thing it would be easy, right?” Starting to go out and ‘force-date’ tended to return a few discouraging results, that much was common knowledge. The ‘if they have only kept their mouth shut’ moments.

“So what can we do… there are dating sites but there’s more junk and scam that you can count these days. I heard from colleagues that C-Date is supposed to be decent. But don’t take it too seriously, would be my suggestion. If it turns out something it’s good, if not, it’s no loss. But it has the benefit of distance. You can start writing things, getting to know a person from another side than just physique. It’s nice to try around a bit if you’re good with words. Have you ever considered something like this?”

Was Leeta ready for nights out, hunting? They would be too hot together, she thought and produced a giggle. She knew a few places by now, calm bars, clubs of various styles, she guessed it would be fun and actually relaxing going out with her friend, not looking for something casual for a change but singling out the worthwhile examples.

“Hm, what would you prefer actually, conquer or being conquered? It can vary on occasion but most people have a tendency. ”

Leeta blushed furiously behind her visor, grateful for the divide between her and the rest of the world. She fidgeted, ducking her head and trying not to look at the turian in question. "I suppose they do have a great...build in that area," Leeta remarked softly. "Maybe that's why I am predisposed to that sort of build in the first place." She shuffled her feet on the floor and shifted in her seat. She suddenly wished she had something to busy her hands with - anyt hing to feel less self-conscious. "If physique were the only important thing, I feel like the quarian people would be a lot happier. She laughed lightly, leaning back in her chair. Most of her people were so uptight when it came to who they 'mingled' with. It was time-consuming, it was exhausting. If they could all just relax...Leeta's expression scrunched at the very idea of C-dating, and shook her head vigorously. Nothing good ever came from C-dating, in her mind. She had heard the horror stories; she didn't want any part of that group that was obsessed with what was hidden under every quarian suit. "I have never considered C-dating...it just seems like such an easy way to meet liars, or people who are only interested in what is under the suit...you can see why that might be an issue." She shrugged helplessly. "I do want something where I can relax, but that would be an impossible situation." All the same, Leeta hesitated. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get to know someone on the extranet. She wouldn't have to meet them right away, and she could at least see if their personalities matched.

Leeta hesitated, studying the asari in front of her. "Do you...have any recommendations?" She finally asked, haltingly. "For C-date?" Leeta wasn't a hunter - not in when it came to dating anyway. She didn't know where to begin in such a venture - it seemed so different from everything she was used to. She wanted to ask Arina what it was like. She swallowed, suddenly aware of her dry throat. She needed a drink. It was probably too early to go to a bar.

"Conquer or be conquered?" she squeaked. She didn't really know the answer to that, but she was so inexperienced, how was she supposed to pick? "I--being...erm..." She leaned in close and whispered to avoid attention. "...conquered, I suppose. I am not sure but, well...there is something nice about someone who would take control for me." Even after whispering, she remained leaned forward, thoroughly embarrassed, and expecting Arina to say something more. "...what do you prefer?"

Arina raised an eyebrow. “Uh, maybe something escaped me here, I was talking about this netsite a colleague mentioned, ‘C-Date’ as in ‘Citadel Date’. There are tons of those contact boards but as said, most are just scam but that one at least has some credentials and is not just ripping you off with lame VI accounts. As said, some colleagues were or are active there…” She had the impression; the meaning in which Leeta was using the term escaped her.

“I c-dating some ‘word’ I just don’t know?” Maybe she was even missing out on an obvious wordplay with the site name.

“But you may be right, the extranet is two sided blade. Besides, if you prefer being approached – well, being conquered maybe was a tad aggressive, which can have a quality in its own… but I digress.” She chuckled.

“But speaking of that, you saw what I did there with Sulla.” She grinned again. “I think I pushed his limit of what he liked in aggressiveness from a … well, girl.” Funny, she thought, for other multi sex species the asari were almost exclusively viewed in a female role due to their reproductive organs. While the concept was of no meaning to the asari themselves, most heterosexual males were kind of projecting their social behavior concept of how a female should be on the asari.
“So I was the one doing the conquering if you want, but as you know, later on…” she let it hang there as she already had described the night prior to this and she had more than enjoyed letting Sulla take over.
“I also enjoy being conquered though, it’s nothing exclusive with me I guess, depends on how you approach me or what mood I am in,” she chuckled, remembering one particular night in the Authority Club and after. But what about Leeta.

“You look so cute, I mean… you have a totally adorable build and posture and your cloths are really exciting all the time! I guess you would not be alone long if you would just sit at a nice bar. There are places that are notorious for bad pickups but there must also be some spots where classy people go to! We just have to find them out. Maybe something with a bit of dancing …. Not exactly a disco, places where the dancing with someone is in the centre of things. Can you dance?”