Bluff her way into Harkin's office.

Confidently approaching the krogan bouncer, Miranda opened with a smile.

"I'm Jane." She told the sizeable alien. "I'm here to dance for Harkin."

The krogan looked her up and down. Once again, Miranda's tight jumpsuit gave her an advantage in persuading a male.

"Shit, what'd he do to deserve you?" The krogan booms appreciatively.

Miranda took that as a cue to enter. As she gre closer to the door, the bouncer stopped her, with a powerful hand pressed against her stomach.

"Wait, why don't you show me what you can do with that mouth of yours before you go in?" He growled.

"Are you sure you want your boss to know he's having your sloppy seconds?" Miranda improvised. It seemed to work, as he withdrew his touch.

"Of course, I'll be coming out this way." Miranda promised. "Who knows what could happen then?"

"Indeed. Head on in." The krogan smiled.

Inwardly sighing with relief, "Jane" let herself into the backroom.

As she walked into Harkin's office, the club owner and petty information looked up. In his mid-fifties, Harkin wasn't exactly a physical specimen worthy of Miranda. His balding head and rough, leathery skin were a testament to that.

"Well, well, well." He whistled. "Who is this fine piece of ass I see before me?"

"I'm Jane." Miranda lied. "Eclipse sent me to dance for you, as a reward for all your fine services."

Harkin guffawed as he poured himself a drink.

"Frosty blue twats do care after all." He smiled. "Y'know, I knew a Jane, once. Best blowjob I ever had. Sucked my dick for twenty credits in the bathroom of this very establishment."

"Maybe I could beat that record." Miranda said seductively. Harkin made no effort to hide the tent growing in his pants.

Dumb and horny, Miranda thought. She could work with that.

"Why don't we quit wasting time." Harkin decided, sitting back. "C'mon, dance for me."