Liara pushed her way past one of her mother's many acolytes as she rushed Benezia's office. "Mother, you had absolutely no right!" She ground her teeth and pound both of her splayed hands on the desk her mother sat at. Her biotics subconsciously flared into a crackling, menacing aura of energy as she stared her mother down, only a few feet from her face.

The Matriarch raised her head with a veneer of well honed calm, her tone was even as she addressed her acolyte, peering over Liara's biotically charged shoulder, "Nehelenia?"

"Yes, Matriarch Benezia?" Nehelenia was one of Benezia's youngest attendents, had entered into the matriarch's house only a few short years ago. Prone to blushing and quite sweet in her youth, Benezia enjoyed the young maiden's company and secretly hoped she would rub off on her reclusive, studious daughter. Clearly that plan had been an utter failure.

"Please wait for me outside of my office," she stared into her daughter's eyes, her voice holding a faint hint of steel perceptive solely to her child, "this will be but a moment."

"Yes, Matriarch Benezia," the innocent acolyte bowed before exiting the room.

Liara uprighted herself and began to pace in front of her mother's desk like some sort of feral, caged animal. With every full pass she made, her biotics amplified. Benezia sighed deeply, "And what brings you to my office, Liara?"

The maiden stopped her pace, throwing her hands out in incredulous anger, "You know why I am here, MATRIARCH BENEZIA." She grate her mother's name out with as much disrespect as she could muster. "You had me thrown off of the expedition!"

"Mmm, I see," Benezia placed both hands on the desk, lacing her fingers together. "You are too young and inexperienced to be heading out to planets skirting the Terminous System."

"I am 100 years old! There are maidens my age heading TO the Terminous System RIGHT NOW to do far more scandalous things than I! It is an archeological dig, mother! And an excellent opportunity for me, might I add. It is not as if I am going to Omega to become some promiscuous dancer!" Liara resumed her pacing once more, her rage bubbling deep within.

In an attempt to diffuse the air of tension in the room, Benezia sat back in her large chair, making an effort to relax her muscles and posture as she did so. If there was one thing the older asari learned in many, many years of politicking it was that body language played a huge role in winning arguments, though now she used it to mollify her increasingly enraged daughter. "If I am to be honest, it would perturb me far less if you were heading to Omega rather than digging around in ruins further isolating yourself from society. By the Goddess, you've not even taken a lover! And as you have pointed out, you are 100, Liara. You should be here in Armali, forming the relationships necessary to hold the T'Soni house, and yourself, in good bearing."

Liara shook her head, a disdainful smirk playing upon her face. She let out a short, resentful laugh, "Then I would prefer not to be a T'Soni." She spun on her heel, rather than facing her mother's reaction, and stomped out of the room, once again pushing past Benezia's acolyte as she fled.

Closing her eyes, the matriarch placed a hand at an angle across her forehead, "Nehelenia?" She called for her follower in as kindly a tone as she could muster after having been taxed by her daughter's peculiar brand of rebellion.

"Yes, Matriarch Benezia?" the attendant peered into the older asari's office, still standing in the hallway. She exuded awkward nervousness while addressing her superior.

Benezia smiled weakly but genuinely at the meek girl, as a tremor of endearment broke through her fatigue, "Please, bring me some tea."

"Yes, Matriarch Benezia." Nehelenia bowed once more before taking her leave.

"Thank you." Benezia spoke to the girl's retreating figure.

A cute virile turian boy had been making eyes at her, or rather, making eyes at her ass when she walked in. The matriarch was wearing a skintight catsuit and while she may have been pushing a thousand, she looked damn good tonight. She made eye contact with the turian as she took an enthusiastic swig of her brandy. Whilst setting the glass back on the bar, her omnitool beeped at her. She smirked at the boy, then affected an air of sexy-ass cool indifference as she checked her email. The robust young turian swaggered his way over to the asari, and leaned in next to her placing an elbow on the bar. He nodded his head to her as he spoke, "Hey..."

Aethyta, completely engrossed in reading her email, never looked up at the lad. "Not now."

Confusion painted the turian's face more brightly than even his white markings, "Uhm, excuse me?"

Aethyta snapped her head up and stared the boy dead in the eyes, and in a tone she reserve for only the most annoying of idiots said, "Not. Now. Go away."

"Uh..." the soldier took a step back, "Okaay" and walked back to his table clearly feeling dejected as his troop mates laughed mercilessly at his rejection.

"Damnit, Nezzie! What the hell are you doing!?" Aethyta reread the email sent to her by her mole. Nehelenia may have been sweet and naive, but she was frickin' excellent at playing the double agent. Granted, Aethyta wouldn't have ever asked Nehelenia to do anything questionable. She just wanted to keep an eye on her kid and the young acolyte, feeling great compassion for the older asari's plight, was all too willing to comply. Goddess knows she couldn't count on Benezia to get any real information on Liara's life.

Benezia had finally gone too far. Athame's tits, in her desire to control the kid, she pushed her into denouncing her house name. If any other impetuous maiden had made such a declaration to their mother it would have been met with an eye roll and a pat on the head, but Liara had a serious mien, too damn serious for her own good. And Nezzie's controlling ass only made it worse.

"Aaah, shit! Time to maneuver some damage control." Aethyta punched a few numbers into her omnitool, a screen popped up shortly after revealing a beautiful, well dressed matron, "Eudial!"

"Ah, matriarch Aethya, to what do I owe this pleasure?" the matron said with a familiar and pleasant mirth, if not a bit suggestive.

"Send me the dossiers of your best girls." Aethya took another sip of her drink.

"Hmm, you will be requiring my services, that does surprise me," she responded in good humor.

"Not for me, for my kid."

Eudial's eyebrows knitted, "You know, Aethyta, my girls are not consorts."

"I know, I know, my kid wouldn't know the first thing to do with a consort anyway. Just send me the damn dossiers, human dossiers! I don't want to freak the kid out too much." The expression on Aethyta's face bordered on exasperation. Goddess damn Benezia and her pseudo superior child rearing.

"Then I'll make sure to leave out the elcors, hanars, and krogans." Eudial winked at the matriarch flirtatiously.

"Still have that asari fetish, I see." she shot a salacious smirk, eyeing her suggestively.

"I prefer to think of it as a desire for older women, hard to accomplish as a five hundred year old asari." the matron pouted.

"Ya know, I am on the Citadel right now, Eudial."

"And you do know where my apartment is... and my passcode. I'll just be disrobing and drawing up a bath now. I hope you have a good night, Matriarch." the screen minimized as the younger asari cut off the line.

Aethyta transferred a few credits for her drinks, hopped to her feet and briskly exited the bar. Eudial was no strapping turian gent, but she made up for it by being an incredibly sultry, skilled femme. Tonight would be filled with sensuous foreplay, sumptuous powerplay, and substantial orgasms; matriarch picked up her pace at the promise.