[Citadel, The Authority] Authority is Bliss! (open, but strict door!)

The Authority was a BDSM-Fetish club, located in Kithoi Ward and it seemed that late at night all the relevant people from Bliss Festival where there. If the door was strict on any usual night, the ‘Authority is Bliss’ parties were very hard to get into.

Taleeze and Skylar had performer passes for Bliss and no problem, Freh’ya being their +1. With sight bemusement, Taleeze thought that the whole triad arrangement already would count as kink for quite many.

Once inside, the club was filled to a decent degree. The doormen were only letting in as many as the club could hold comfortably. Taleeze had chosen a golden corset-skirt combination with lots black applications, resembling old thessian letters, but very stylized. Matching gloves and black knee high boots completed the ensemble. Her corset had been laced very tight by the expert hands of Skylar. She still wasn’t used to the feeling but she grew into it and the look on Skylar’s face was worth the effort. Well, not only Skylar, but also freh’ya seemed to appreciate the new touch.

Freh’ya wore … not much. Taleeze and Skylar had convinced the commando to come along that night and had decided on her wardrobe, an assortment of strategically placed black leather straps, like those on a commando uniform – just without the uniform itself. The huntress wasn’t that big of a party girl but she just could not resist the begging of her two mates.

“Too bad Daia and Ana don’t have time tonight.” Taleeze looked around . there where so many interesting people, it would take some time to browse. “You want to check out the bar? People watching is just the best thing on a crowdy night like this. I wonder if we run across any familiar faces.”

There was a volus with a turian woman on a leash, lots of asari with biotic restraining applications and somewhere in the crowd Taleeze had already seen a quarian in what had seemed a high gloss black suit.

"Time for a show. Arash thought to himself as he got near the doors of the Authority Club. He had a standing invitation, thanks from the owner for a favor some time back, and getting past the door wasn't the problem. The trouble was a more personal thing. Arash tried to be pleasant and deferential in his daily life, but here? Here he was known as a Dom, an entire different life. Idly he wondered about the subculture nature of all this, letting his anthropologist mind wander. But no time to dwell on it. He had been away a while. It was time to make himself known again.
He had drawn eyes on the street, though fewer and more confused looks than an asari. Everyone thought of them as sexy, and for most kink didn't go past a light restraining. But Arash looked more fully the part. His chest was bare, his torso only covered with a loose black leather vest bedecked with patches and insignia front and back. His pants were of a matching material and style, held up by a hand crafted belt. And at the bottom were his boots. A mirror shine was on each of them from hours and hours of work. A large pack was slung over one shoulder and fingerless gloves adorned his hands. At the door he flashed his pass and was in.

Normally the club wasn't this crowded, but that could just be explained by the Bliss festival. He breathed in and his heart raced at the familiar scent of alcohol and sweat and lust and desperation and who knows what else. It was a heady perfume and set his head spinning. He growled to himself and wandered to the bar. Just one drink to start the night then he would find a play space and set up. All these biotics and fashion folk wandering around, someone had to provide the old school fun. Idly he wondered what anyone from CDN would think if they met him here. Other than Albert Lowell.

Arash had not yet noticed the Asari headed to the bar.

Being a diplomat had its befits, one was you rarely had to wait at a door. Arina entered the club and left her jacket at the checkroom.

The music grew louder in volume when she stepped into the main club area. She had been here a few times already, she had spend delightful evenings here with Kiara, so she knew the place.

She looked around, lots of flesh on display in various colors. An impressively tall turian with two asari slaves caught her attention; she also noted a few nice dresses and some that could barely called that but still graced their owners.

She was wearing a transparent minidress, patterned with illuminated applications, glowing in a deep purple. Along she wore knee high boots whose long strap up her shin held together around her calves by several straps and buckles. Around her neck she sported her latest find, actually it had been a present from kiara when they had been shopping at the Bliss Festival, a biotic suppression collar. It glowed in the same purple as her dress.

Whenever she ignited her biotics, it would a pply a direct nerve stim in her most sensitive nerves, disabling the biotics and causing a nice mix of pain and pleasure. It was adjustable, but since she wore it for the first time, she had opted for a mild setting.

Looking around, she couldn’t find out Kiara yet, so she strolled over to the lounges between the bar and the dancefloor. She noted a quite impressive drell on her way over. Rare as the species was, he sure did stand out.

A human male, dressed in leather, hurried to offer her a seat. She sat and hushed him away by a wave of her hand. With the display on the table she ordered a drink, folding her legs she leaned back.

On the dancefloor an asari had her human lick her boots while a few bystanders watched.

"Indeed," Skylar agreed. "Though I'm sure they would approve." In her own case, she knew this was literally true. On discovering Taleeze's plan to revisit the Authority with the rest of her triad in tow, Skylar had quietly consulted with both Daia and Ana on what she ought to wear. Not that she didn't trust her own fashion sense, but she had two very good reasons for wanting to look immaculate tonight. Her friends had done her proud, too, outfitting her in a brand new shiny black corset that was just enough of a bodice to be decent, with a matching skirt that was provocatively open in front, revealing a racy thong, and suspenders holding up smoky black fishnets stockings. Having worked hard to get her body back in shape after her coma, she felt justified in some pride at how well the outfit flattered that shape.

"By all means," she offered, ushering Taleeze into the lead while she and Freh'ya followed, arm in arm. They were, she allowed, quite a trio - she and Taleeze in their matching tightly-laced corsets, Freh'ya gloriously bared in (almost) all her magnificence. "I'm not sure I ever mentioned," she added to Freh'ya, since she remembered Taleeze already being in on the joke, "Daia regards this place as quite the charm of good fortune. She and Ana first met here, in person. That table... over there," she indicated, "if I've got my directions straight."

At least Freh'ya knew why people would stare. It was rare for her to go out and let alone like this. But she wasn't uneasy about her body so she had no problem when when Skylar and Taleeze had strapped her up, the only regular piece of clothing being her combat boots.

Standing at 1.90 she had a good look over the heads of the crowd. Interesting people all around. Some beautiful and a few not so appealing, but that was just a matter of taste. She was here with the two most beautiful anyway.
A slender asari with quite long legs caught her eye, lounging in a chair close to the dancefloor. Taleeze would like that dress probably.

When Skylar pointed out the special table, Freh'ya paid attention. "Then let's make it our good fortune tonight, sweethearts."

A few people had approached him as he crossed to the bar, but Arash had politely declined involved conversation. He was a bit nervous and needed a moment to collect himself. Besides, his pack was heavy and it would be nice to set it down for a moment. He finally made it and sat down, ordering a drink from the bartender (a human woman that recognized him) and leaned back to drink it in. The night held no small amount of promise and he planned to make the most of it. He loved the spectacle, the other side of people you don't normally see, the extremes of pain and pleasure they could be taken to, and what he could do as well. And, privately, he did like putting on a show as well. It was more fun when an audience was watching.

His gaze drank in the club. Turians in full regimental regalia mucking about, Asari dressed like strippers and playing with each other with biotic power, Quarians in exquisite new envirosuits, Humans doing a bit of everything and he thought he even spotted a Geth platform in one corner. The energy was flowing and the music was appropriately dark with just a bit of a beat. It truly was a sybaritic hedonistic indulgent sight.

Luckily a few spots on the floor were open for play, including the VIP performer stage. Sipping his drink Arash toyed with going up and seeing what stunt he could pull tonight. If he could find the right play partner. Out of the corner of his eye he half thought he recognized a member of the CDN board, an Asari lounging about in a collar. He wondered if it was decorative, functional, symbolic or a combination.

Arina had quite a good view from her spot, but it seemed, Kiara wasn't here yet. When her drink arrived, she started to absent mindedly playing with her biotics, a faint blue flicker ran up and down her hands and the collar reacted, sending stimulating waves through her body.

This was indeed an interesting feeling, she thought with a grin, as she rubbed her thighs slightly. After a while she just had to move a bit, so she stood and moved towards the dance floor. With the glass in her had began to slowly move to the beat.