Stepping Foot into The Underworld

A few hours pass and the ship arrives in The Underworld. Amanistra waits for the cargo bay doors to open and sneaks past the busy pirates. As she steps foot off the ship, she sees the sprawling metropolis for the first time. Towers of metal shine with colorful holographic ads depicting dangerous weapons, scantly clad men and women of all races, highly illicit ****, and even the occasional ad for sexbots. Amanistra is in awe as she walks the bustling streets of The Underworld, taking in the grimy, yet beautiful atmosphere.

She spends an hour looking for the home of the asari pirate she had met earlier, but the city feels like a labyrinth and she doesn't manage to find it. ****, She finds a woman on the street and asks for direction. The woman is a human with short, bright pink hair, she is wearing nothing but thin leather straps that barely conceal her naughty bits. "Excuse me, miss. Do you know where I can find the Lezvia district?" The young asari asks politely.

The woman looks Amanistra up and down with hungry eyes, "Of course, beautiful. You see that street sign with the symbol that looks similar to a stringed instrument and the arrow underneath? Follow that arrow and you'll be there in no time." The young asari thanks the woman and begins following the signs. A few minutes later she reaches the Lezvia district and finds the home of the purple asari.

Amanistra rings the doorbell and moments later the door slides open. She enters the home and is greeted by the purple asari sitting on a ivory white couch. "I'm glad you made it here in one piece. Hope you didn't run into any trouble." She pats the seat next to her, gesturing the young asari to sit.

"I had to ask a woman from directions, but she was real nice about it." Amanistra replies as she sits down.

"Glad to hear it. Name's Jalara, by the way." She shakes Amanistra's hand.

"Oh, I'm Amanistra, but you can just call me Nistra." She awkwardly returns the handshake. As she looks around Jalara's living room, she sees glass cases holding various bladed weapons from different cultures, shelves full of assorted statuettes, and an ancient painting of the asari goddess Athame granting the asari their biotic abilities through rather erotic means. Mom would throw a fit if she saw that painting Nistra giggles to herself.

"I'm a bit of a collector." Jalara chuckles. "Come." She grabs Nistra's and shows her around the house. "I'm sure you don't have a place to stay, so you're welcome to stay here for the time being." She guides her to the bedroom. "I am more than willing to share my bed with you, just know that I'm quite handsy when it comes to beautiful girls." She squeezes the young asari's ass, causing her to gasp. "You really are tender, aren't you?" She giggles.

Jalara finishes showing Nistra around the house and they sit back down on the couch. "So, I promised you I'd show you some tricks to surviving in the city and the best way to do that is to experience the city firsthand. Let's get you something of mine to wear and head out to the club. Sound good?"