What would that be?

We iron out a plan.

Only a few minutes later, we were back at the table discussing possible tactics to use against Aria, while Samara was happily slurping away at my cock.

“Afterlife is well protected, and we can’t just use the pen to claim the bar or Aria will kill us to get it back, so what’s our game plan?” Liara asked, staring absentmindedly at Samaras still-nude ass under the table.

“What if we claim a person close to her, one of the strippers perhaps, and used her to get close.” Ashley suggested.

“That would theoretically work, I Liara or I could disguise ourselves as a new stripper, and get close to Aria.” Samara interjected, then resumed expertly blowing me.

All three of them looked at me, waiting for the next step.