Dh'elia's night club, Korlada-which is the name of the tower itself with the club simply taking the name-was bigger than Sai'ira expected. The tower itself gilded in the sunset over the Cordial ocean turning Korlada into a crown jewel sitting atop one of the largest skyscrapers in the city. Crown being the operative word as Korlada while technically one tower is actually two that organically merge at the top to form a crown with various conecting beams and lit up bridges running diagonally across the center. Scaling the side were the vessels pumping cells to the crown as little lights marked them shooting up the sides of the building with little more than a mechanical whine.

"You clean up nice." Said the asari, after a silent walk to the elevator as the cell carried them up.

"Thanks, other people's money really is the best." Beaming at Max as she ran her hands up her new pants and top.

"Not mine either, store owed me a favor."

"For?"

"Helping them." She must have be a tough poker player, staring at her faint reflection in the glass as she leaned against the side of the elevator Maxine tilted her head in Sai'ira's direction. "You don't ask how she does things Sai'ira only if."

"Ah, my mistake." Taking a minute to fuss with her bronze and white colored outfit Sai'ira was curious as to how much it actually cost, it was tight or "fitted" as the retail employee reminded her. She felt camouflaged in finery, almost like she was hiding something, an outsider that could only be pegged under close examination. She knew if she caught her own reflection she would only be bothered by it even more, deciding to simply ignore it altogether she tried to focus on the task at hand.

The doors gently slid open Sai'ira being the first to step off she immediately looked down. Seeing people dancing to the booming music under her feet, the circular tube-like night club had (that she could see) four levels with sections of laminated glass floors and ceilings. They didn't touch the tube itself though no less connected to the enormous structure with dark industrial beams holding it all together which seems to be a bit of a theme, one of the many stainless steel bar counters bore a simplistic manufactured aesthetic, cold to the touch and made a funny vibrating noise when Sai'ira rested her elbow on it. Looking down she saw it was the holo-menu activating under her hand.

"This can't all be a night club." Waiting for the bar tender as Max and Ashoro joined her.

"It's not, go that way there's a restaurant- two floors, expensive- that way you get a concert arena, pass that there's a few penthouses."

"People live here?"

"Well they're obviously sectioned away from everything, separate elevators and what-not." She leaned forward as the bar tender walked by.

"Can I get you ladies anything?"

"What's that human drink that you don't touch?"

"Tequila. She wants a sunrise." Max answered plainly.

"Thanks, can't read human." Ashoro said leaning so Sai'ira could hear as she cycled through the menu languages, giving up she scanned it with her omni-tool. Sai'ira, having lived on Earth for fifteen years knew english fairly well and some french.

"Got it, you?"

"The cordial pear mojito." Sai'ira answered.

"Bourbon, from Earth, neat."

"Got it, opening a tab or..."

"I got this round." Maxines omni-tool flashed as she set her hand on the counter.

"Be right back." When the bar tender walked away Sai'ira turned around and watched a few crowds walk by. Eyeing a turian-human couple as the intoxicated woman leaned on the towering alien, he was laughing.

"You sure about going in alone?" Sai'ira watched as the bar tender set a short glass by Maxine first pulling a wide glass bottle with brown liquor from under the counter, she sipped it and nodded. Turning around to once again to face the elevator she saw that it wasn't there.

"No..." Having not noticed when she stepped into Korlada she now saw that ever so slightly, the floor rotated.

"Motion sick?" Lighting a cigarette with her omni-tool as she eyed a turian as he walked by.

"You guys come here a lot?"

"Me? Fuck no. Her?" Ash rolled her eyes toward Max whose long gaze fixed on the lights of New Horizon.

"Max?"

"About once a week, the Pantheon crew has dinner at Huāyuán they raise their own livestock on the Islands, it's good."

She didn't seem to care much, Sai'ira figured she'd rather be with her 'crew' than with the misfit martial arts teacher turned vandal and recluse part-time mechanic, full-time prepper.

An asari approached in a long dress looking as elegant as E'nea as she gracefully navigated the obnoxious or plain oblivious patrons who paid her no mind. Max's eyes went wide for a moment and she took a breath before downing half her glass and pushing it away from her as she stood up.

"Ge'tal, how are you?"

"Very well, thank you Maxine. Dh'elia will see you now."

Max quickly turned around looking directly at Shepard. "Don't get into a fight," then pointing at Ashoro, "and don't wander too far."

Smoke billowing from her nostrils as her brow raised. "We're good Max don't worry."

"Good luck." Sai'ira nodded to her as Max gave a smirk in response before turning to disappear into the crowds with Ga'tal.

"Now what?"

"I think we just stay here." Shepard shrugged her shoulders as her drink finally appeared with Ashoros.

"No, don't think I will. There's a quieter lounge around here somewhere." As Shepard turned around to drink Ashoro was already gone by the time she looked up even the scent of her cigarette was gone.

"Well, shit." Sai'ira looked around she felt embarrassed that she couldn't pick out a drell. Though, Ashoro did seem like the kind of person who would disappear at the drop of a hat. She swirled her drink watching the ice crush a mint leaf as the music changed to a slower beat and the lights shifted to a warmer pallet, Sai'ira going from shades of pink to green she noticed more people crowding the bar. Deciding to step away when she felt eyes on her almost instinctively she adjusted her shirt pulling it back down to her belly button, cursing the tailor for saying it wouldn't ride her. The railing that ran along the mid floor made for a good veiw of the city, and the Pantheon as its lights could be seen from any vantage point perhaps just how E'nea liked it.

"Beautiful isn't it?" An asari voice, for some reason she could simply tell.

"Sure is." Sai'ira looked to see who was speaking, maroon and the most royal shade of purple cascading across her skin with a hint of green that made her look like a painters swatch with her white flowing dress that didn't leave much to the imagination. All along her legs, arms, wraping around her neck and eventually forming a crown against her hair tentacles was either illuminate- ink or paint (Sai'ira couldn't tell) of vines and leaves, next to her thigh a pear shaped fruit.

"Evening." Sai'ira felt like she needed more to drink, not realizing she had nearly finished hers already.

"Evening." She half mocked. "You know, I've been here a long time...moved here after the war, cliché I know but to see this place become what it is. Makes me damn proud to be apart of it."

"Really? What part?"

"Depends on who you ask. When I was your age I wanted to be a consort, to look into someones soul and know who they are and how to help them. It sounded amazing."

"My age huh? How do you know I'm not a matriarch with a good surgeon?"

"The spots on your scalp babe, raised by knathacs?"

Sai'ira frowned, running her hand along her tentacles she felt a few bumps that form on maidens she knew it was going to turn eventually, normally does around one hundred, for those that do get it, it's typically a sign of an especially viral and active asari.

"You remind me of a friend of mine." She said now with a longing look toward what Sai'ira could have sworn was the Pantheon.

"In what way."

"A little unsure of herself, beautiful, powerful." Her voice turned bitter, "but now we bow and entertain the Citidel and allow the Alliance to occupy our planet."

She kept her eyes on the city as they began to face the ocean she looked back at Sai'ira. "And let Shepards azure wrecking-ball run rampant in your city."

"What did you do to Max?" Hoping Dh'elia hadn't taken care of her the way Max did Fel.

"Nothing, yet. However unlike E'nea I don't let people kill my guys, don't really care why or how it happened. Just looks bad, you know?"

"What do you want with me?"

Dh'elia calmly removed Sai'ira's empty glass from her hand hand held it up, a waiter quickly appeared out of thin air and placed it on a tray. She smiled, there was something in her eyes Sai'ira couldn't place as the crimson light danced across her face.

"Nothing more than to satisfy my curiosity. You see I did some digging, at the ripe age of eighteen your grandmother sent you to live with the Justicars."

"And?"

"A little young in my opinion." She digressed, shaking her head as she looked over the now crowded dance floor-one of them anyway.

"Needless to say as someone who was alive when your father was, I want to know. Are you trying to be him?"

Sai'ira felt annoyed by the question, she shook her head. "Can't be someone you never knew."

"Bitter. I understand, he was quite a warrior. I'm curious if you're of the same caliber, having trained longer."

"I'm not a soldier, I'm not a diplomat, or much of a leader. So no, I'm not my father." Sai'ira stood up from the railing and leaned in towards Dh'elia. She felt a burning feeling in the back of her head and it wasn't her amp.

"And I wouldn't need to be to kick your ass. So I'll ask again, what did you do to Max?"

She seemed unphased, that is until the corners of her mouth began to stretch into a wicked smile. Sai'ira held her ground though her face was beginning to bother her. She felt the burning need to lash out in the pit of her stomach as Dh'elia raised her pointer and tapped Sai'ira's nose.

"I accept."

Sai'ira felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around she saw two well-armed krogan behind her.