Nistra goes to the club with Jalara

"Sure. I've never been to a club before." The young asari answers.

Jalara smiles. "Good. I know just the place for your first time. Now, let's get you something to wear." She grabs Nistra's hand and takes her to the bedroom where she opens a large walk-in closet. She looks through the clothes, tossing a myriad of dresses aside until she come upon one she likes. "This one." She hands a sequins green dress to Nistra who stands there expecting Jalara to leave so she can change. The purple asari chuckles, "I've already seen you naked, remember? Go ahead and put it on." She watches intently.

Nistra timidly removes her clothes and puts on the dress. She looks in the mirror to see how she looks. The green dress shimmers in the light, the plunging neckline shows of the young asari's cleavage, and the slits on the sides expose her blue thighs. "Wow." Nistra utters as she admires herself.

"I'll say. You're going to drive people crazy wearing that." Jalara says as she eyes the young asari. She then puts on a formfitting white dress that shows off her athletic body and they head out.

After a few minutes of traveling, they reach the club. It is an industrial looking building with the word 'Damnation' above the door in burning holographic letters. Electronica blares from within. Jalara smirks at Nistra, "Welcome to Damnation." She says as they enter.

Inside women dance in hanging cages wearing nothing but thin leather straps and mouth gags, screams and moans are heard alongside whipping sounds coming from the back rooms, and a familiar pink-haired human woman sits on a throne atop a small staircase. Nistra points to the woman, "She's the one who gave me direction to your place."

Jalara looks at the young asari with surprise and a bit of fear, "You talked to Erin Nyx......and you're still here? Maybe the rumors aren't true after all."

"What rumors?"

Before Jalara can answer, a scarred male krogan in blue heavy armor steps up to them with loud thuds. "Ladies, have a drink with me." He says in a demanding tone.

Jalara notices the insignia of a skeletal thresher maw on his armor and whispers to Nistra, "Do what he says." Nistra nods and they follow the krogan to a booth.

As they sit down the krogan speaks again, "It's good you both know how to follow orders without a fuss." He hand them both a glass filled with a thick, metallic red liquid. The two asari look at each other and take sips of the strange drink. It shocks the tongue and tastes of gravel that has been soaked in chlorine. Nistra coughs uncontrollably as it burns down her throat. The krogan laughs, "Hahaha hell of a thing, ain't it? Don't worry, it'll grow on you." He grins and downs the strange liquid. "Name's Zern." He looks around suspiciously, "How do you two feel about making some easy credits?"

"Depends on what you need us to do." Jalara looks the krogan in the eyes. "My friend here is one of the Queen's huntresses, so it better be important."

Zern looks over to Nistra, panic in his eyes. "A huntress? Here? Shit." The krogan stands and brings up his Omni-tool, "I hope this will be sufficient for your time." He sends Nistra a thousand credits and hurriedly walks out of the club.

Jalara laughs, "The only thing the Dead Thresher gang fears is Queen Miris and her huntresses. Now that that's dealt with, let's dance!" She grabs the young asari's hand and pulls her to the dance floor. Nistra tells her that she doesn't know how to dance and she doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of everyone. The purple asari smiles, "Don't worry about that. Just close your eyes and feel the music. Let it flow through you and guide your movements."

The young asari does as she's told. With her eyes closed, she moves to the music and within moments she forgets there's anyone else in the room. Her body gyrates to the beat, lost in the music. Nistra feels an embrace as hands begin fondling her body and she opens her eyes to see Jalara hugging her from behind. "I told you i get handsy when it comes to beautiful girls." The purple asari kisses Nistra's tender neck, "Why don't we share that bed now."

Nistra nods silently and Jalara guides her back home for some fun.