Aria

Shepard groaned as she saw the purple tinted asari walk in the door, a big smile on her face. “Aria…” Shepard said. “What are you even doing here?”

“Honestly? I was looking for some girls to bring back to Afterlife,” Aria said. “But… when I saw you here, my mind… changed. I didn’t think that you’d actually sign anything. I thought you knew better than to do that. But… I had to take the chance, and you did it. So… let’s talk about your contract.”

Shepard groaned as Aria pulled up her omni tool and showed the holographic of the contract. “What’s the damage?” Shepard asked.

“4 years,” Aria said. “You’re mine for 4 years. You do what I say, when I say or you get punished. Your body is mine. Your mind is mine. You have no freedom. But… I’m not mean. I’ll let you have 3 vetoes per week. You can use them anytime to get out of whatever you have to do. But be careful because there are no refunds.”

“4 years,” Shepard said. “Fuck… why is it so long?”

“You’re on Illium, Shepard,” Aria said. “4 years might as well be one week for asari. The shortest contract you can get is at least 2 years. Maybe less if you get lucky, but it’s usually only with amateurs that that happens. Plus, my contract was intended for asari to get them to dance at Afterlife for me. But now… I have something else in mind.”

“What is it?” Shepard asked.

Aria smiled causing Shepard to shutter.