While waiting for what he was increasingly thinking of as 'his' Aria to come look for him, he began scanning the room, taking in all the various customers milling about, as well as the various employees. His main focus, however, was the Asari dancers.
Beautiful, sexy blue babes, all of them. And he could sense the truth about them, that they all had a subtle psychic projection that let any species looking at them see a face that appealed to them. Clever way to get lovers, that. Turians would see Turian faces, Salarians would see Salarian faces, Quarians would see Quarian faces, and so forth.
(Briefly he wondered if the Geth saw a table lamp face on an Asari. Eh, time enough to find out later once he conquered and stole the galaxy.)
He wandered about the circular platform on which the girls danced, catching each one's eye and planting a suggestion in their head, that he should take priority.
He sat down in one of the chairs around the dance circle, sipping the drink he'd purchased. The dancers smiled sultrily at him, starting to make their way around him. At his mental suggestion, their dances became even more erotic, and as they closed in on each other, they began to kiss and make out with one another as well, all while moving in time to the music.
The villain watched the show with delight, ignoring the other patrons of the bar getting steadily grumpier from him getting all the dancer's attention...
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