[goddamn, she was built like an asari stripper. one that's somehow wearing less clothes than an actual asari stripper. James is pretty sure this is how fashion was meant to evolve. none of that silly random holes cut out of long dresses shit, just a general lack of pants and really high boots.

he stared at her tits for a while, because she obviously meant him to and it would be rude to just ignore that. did she just say that she'd take anything? how about a long, hard--]

Tequila shots! [he held up four fingers to the bartender] Reposado, por favor. We'll have a nice drink and maybe then you can show me your uh...flexibility. It's James, by the way. James Vega.