The seedy streets and dim lights of Omega made Liara uneasy. She hated this station, and normally she wouldn't have come within a parsec of the place, but she needed information, and Aria T'Loak would only speak to her in person. It didn't matter how many different way Liara offered to connect on a secure channel, Aria was paranoid and she only wanted to trade sensitive information by word of mouth. Liara understood, but she didn't like it.

Either way, here she was strolling towards Afterlife in her plain white body suit, an M-3 Predator strapped to her waist. She strode past the line waiting to get in, feeling several eyes follow her. She stood out harshly in the sea of brown and gray of both the station and its people. The batarian at the door shot her a curt nod and allowed her to pass through the front door, stealing a brief glance at her rear as she passed. The door sealed behind her and the batarian put a pair of fingers to his ear.

"T'soni's here."

"Good. Tell anyone else looking for me to fuck off, I'm gonna be busy for a while."

"Understood."

Liara had to admit, she liked Aria's style. The fire on the walls and dark atmosphere of the entranceway was fascinating and intoxicating, much more pleasant than the atmosphere on the streets. She passed a drunk krogan and he wolf-whistled at her. She casually bounced his head off the wall behind him with her biotics and walked on. She walked into the club and was greeted with a loud blast of music and conversation. The krogan was the only patron that made a pass at her. The dancers on the center stage were considerably distracting, their nearly naked bodies bending and swaying to the music. She was almost to Aria's private booth when one of the dancers stepped of the stage and brushed a little sweat from her forehead. She caught Liara's eye and smiled.

"Hi cutie! Can I interest you in a private dance?"

Liara jumped a little. "Um…er…no thank you." Liara stammered, her eyes unconsciously tracing the dancers well curved body still glistening with sweat.

"You suuure?" The dancer said, giving her a sly wink.

"Yes, I'm…here to see Aria."

"Oh, sorry." She strode away, but turned back midstride and said "Feel free to come find me later." Liara shook herself and finally strode up to Aria's booth, feeling the music mute itself slightly when she passed inside. Subtle low-power mass effect fields, Aria didn't mind spending a few extra credits when it came to making an impression.

Aria was staring out at the club when Liara came in. "Hello miss T'soni." A batarian guard came up and scanned her. Liara casually held out her omni-tool and allowed him to copy her info.

"She's clean."

"I don't make a point to attack people that I want information from." Liara said.

"Either way I'm going to ask you to leave your gun with Gorak. It will be returned on your way out." Aria said.

The batarian extended a hand and Liara reluctantly surrendered her pistol.

"Now…" Aria turned around and sat, gesturing for Liara to do the same. "You're looking for information."

Liara sat down and crossed her legs. "Information is my business Aria, and you have something for me. Something about the Shadow Broker."

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I can tell you where to find his key operative."

Liara sat up straighter and her eyes widened. "You know…where…"

"His right hand man, delivered to you on a silver platter." Aria said with relish.

"Okay Aria. Name your price." Liara said, dropping all precedent. She would trade anything for this information.

"Make me an offer." Aria said, enjoying teasing her.

"I can offer you the shipping schedule for the Blue Suns, Eclipse and Blood Pack for the foreseeable future." Liara said, flicking through her omni-tool.

"Tempting, but for this I'll need something more." Aria said.

"Very well, I'll add the business plans of every competing club within ten miles of here." Liara said.

"Hmm, very nice. You're very close." Aria said, smiling devilishly.

"I don't know what else I've got that can interest you. I can stack credits on top of it…"

"I don't need your credits."

"Well Aria, what do you want?" Liara said, fed up with her.

Aria looked contemplative for a moment. "Hmm. I don't know, You don't have much else that interests me."

Liara stared intently at her, trying to will her to hand over the intel. "I am willing to trade operatives, hits on anyone that's giving you trouble, hardware, anything."

"None of those interest me. I've got my own spies, my own assassins, and all the illegal hardware in the galaxy. But…you said you were willing to trade for anything?"

"Anything within reason Aria." Liara said, trying to hide her nerves as she tried to picture what Aria could possibly want.

"Well, I've certainly got an idea, but…Hnhn! I don't think you're going to like it."

"Aria, I'm not leaving here without that intel. If you have an offer give it to me." Liara said, sitting up straighter.

"I think this is best discussed in private." Aria gestured to the guards and they left, leaving Liara alone with her.

"Okay, what do you want?"

"I want you."

Liara looked perplexed. "You want me for what?"

"Oh come on."

"No, really. What do you want me for? Do you want me to promote your business? Do you need a biotic for something, spit it out."

"I, want, you." Aria repeated slowly, giving her an amused smile.

Liara's face suddenly lit up with realization. "Oh no."

"Oh yes."

"No, no, absolutely not." Liara leaned back and covered herself instinctively.

"Well T'soni, that's just about the only other thing I'm interested in." There were a few moments of silence. "Well, if that's all you've got…maybe I'll just walk on this deal." Aria pretended to stand up a bit.

"Wait!" Liara exclaimed. Aria stopped and sat back down, still smiling. She crossed her legs and waited to see what Liara would do next. "…What…exactly do you want?" Liara said, her nerves now incredibly obvious.

"That depends on what you're willing to offer," Aria said playfully.

"KindlyspeakstraightAriaifyou wanttodothislet'sjustdoit" Liara gushed.

Aria laughed shortly. "All right, enough games. You turn me on, I want to fuck you…hard. I'll give you the intel if you give me the shipping schedule, the other club's plans, and…you do it with me right here, right now." She could practically see the gears turning in Liara's head, it was a lot of information and something she probably didn't want to do. Liara's eyes flicked across Aria's sumptuous body. She was probably thinking that it wouldn't be that bad after all, she might even enjoy it.

An idea struck Aria and she spoke up again. "Or…I could exchange a few items on that list." Liara listened. "If you just give me the shipping schedule, I get to fuck you for the next six hours." She had planted the seeds of bargaining in her mind, the stuff she had was valuable, and when Aria had said "fuck" again, Liara had glanced down at her breasts. In a few seconds she would…

"What if I…kept my information…?" Liara said slowly.

"What happened to 'absolutely not?'"

"Just…just answer the question…please." Liara blushed a little.

"If you didn't trade me any of the information…You'd be my slave for the next week."

Liara looked shocked at first, but she looked like she had started to think about it.

"If it'll set your mind at ease, you wouldn't be doing anything degrading for anyone but me. No one would see you 'on the job,' and I'd never mention this to anyone." Aria said, working to win her over.

"What would…"

"Being my slave?"

"Yes, what would…that, entail?"

"You do whatever I ask, you don't object. In return, I tell you what I know and I don't make you do anything objectionable. At least, hnhn, nothing terribly objectionable."

Liara had actually started to warm up to the idea. Somewhere deep inside her the idea actually excited her. Aria's magnificent curves and hungry stare were starting to win her over. And even if she didn't like it, it was only for a week. How often would she get this kind of opportunity?

"…A-all right. I'll do it." Liara said nervously.

"Excellent. We'll start right away."

"Hold up. I want that name."

Aria looked playfully offended "What's the matter? You don't trust me?"

"Call it insurance."

"How do I know you won't just take it and run off?"

"You took my gun."

"With your biotics your whole body is a weapon."

"You have guards."

"You really think you can't take them?"

"I could, but I don't want you as my enemy, Aria."

"Smart girl. Then you'd be my slave for much, much longer. Actually…Go right ahead." Aria teased.

"Either way, I'm a woman of my word Aria. Give me the name of that operative, and I'm yours."

Aria thought about it for a moment. "Fine. Seragesh Morini, Salarian, lives somewhere in Nos Astra on Ilium."

"You'll excuse me while I make a call?" Liara said.

"Of course." Aria stood up and handed her a small card. "That'll get you into my private chamber, you make a copy I'll have to kill you. Down the stairs into the lower bar, tell the bartender Karamand sent you. Meet me there once you're done." She walked away and left Liara sitting there on the couch. She was frozen for a second, thinking about what she'd just done before she snapped back to life and punched up her omni-tool. She called her secretary.

"Hello? Yes it's me. Transfer headquarters to Nos Astra. No, I've got a lead. Okay, how long will it take? A week or so, perfect. What? No, I'm just…taking some time off. I'll meet you there. Goodbye." Liara hung up and took a deep breath, half terribly frightened, half shivering and excited.