Miranda.

Miranda stood outside Chora's Den. Even outside the establishment, she could hear the thumping, pounding music within.

She had decided to leave her pistols with Bailey at C-Sec. Going in armed would only attract undue attention. Of course, when you were genetically designed for physical perfection, you tended to attract a certain kind of attention everywhere you went.

Moving with the bustling crowd, Miranda slowly entered Chora's Den. Her research had told her this was a "gentleman's club" before the Reaper Invasion. One glance around the circular room told her it was anything but.

A ring of asari and human strippers danced on poles above the bar. In the various alcolves of the room, men recieved not-so private dances from scantily clad women. Of course, very few seemed satisfied with mere dancing.

The reek of sweat, sex and booze in the club was palpable. As was the presence of Eclipse. Bailey was right, most of the customers wore the distinctive yellow hardsuits of the mercenary outfit.

Attempting to clear her head, Miranda thought on her best course of action. Bailey had told her that the club's owner, Harkin, might have some info. On the other side of the room, a particularly heavyset krogan guarded what was obviously the passage to the back office. Of course, it may be more expedient and less risky to try and chat up one of the company's rank and file soldiers.