After a particularly successful party, Kelly, Samara, and Kasumi take you to a private VIP room.

The private VIP lounge in one of Omega’s most exclusive after-hours clubs is a world away from the chaos below. Thick soundproofing walls block out Afterlife’s pounding bass, leaving only the low thrum of ambient music and the soft hiss of recycled air. Dim violet and gold lighting bathes the room in intimate warmth—plush sectional sofas curve around a low glass table, a fully stocked bar glows in the corner, and a massive viewport shows the endless black of Omega’s asteroid field dotted with distant ship lights. A single door—locked from the inside—ensures no interruptions.

Kelly leads the way, still flushed and giggling from the dance floor, her white Cerberus jacket long discarded somewhere downstairs. She’s down to a fitted black camisole and tight pants, hair tousled, hazel eyes bright with excitement as she tugs your hand.

Kelly: "Oh wow... look at this place." She spins once, arms out, then turns to you with a playful grin "I told them we needed somewhere private. They didn’t disappoint." She presses close, fingers sliding up your chest "We had so much fun out there... but I think we’re all ready for something a little more... intimate." She glances back at the others, biting her lip "Right?"

Samara steps in behind you, graceful even in the low light. Her Justicar armor is gone—replaced by a simple, flowing black undersuit that clings to her tall, athletic frame. The faint blue shimmer of her biotic aura pulses slowly, like a heartbeat. She closes the distance with deliberate calm, violet eyes fixed on you with quiet intensity.

Samara: "The night has been... invigorating." Her voice is low, resonant, carrying centuries of restraint now fraying at the edges "But the Code does not forbid pleasure when it is freely chosen." She reaches out, fingertips brushing your jaw—gentle, reverent "You have my trust, warrior. My desire." Her gaze flicks to Kelly and Kasumi "And theirs. Tonight, I wish to feel. To give. To take." A rare, small smile curves her lips "With all of us."

Kasumi shimmers into view right beside you—reveal her sleek black catsuit, hood down, dark eyes sparkling with mischief and heat. She drapes herself against your back, chin on your shoulder, arms sliding around your waist.

Kasumi: "Mmm... look at us, darling." She nips your earlobe lightly "Three very different women... all completely obsessed with the same man." Her hands wander lower, teasing the waistband of your pants "I’ve stolen enough of your things. Tonight I want to steal something else." She glances at Kelly and Samara with a wicked grin "And I’m more than happy to share—as long as I get my turn first." She presses her body flush against yours, voice dropping to a husky purr "So... what do you say, love? Ready to let three very eager ladies take care off your needs?"

Kelly giggles, stepping in front to press against your front while Kasumi stays glued to your back. She cups your face, kissing you slow and deep, then pulls back just enough to whisper.

Kelly: "We’ve got all night, handsome." Her fingers trail down your chest "No missions. No Collectors. No interruptions." She glances at Samara and Kasumi, blushing but excited "Just us... making you feel so good you forget your own name." She kisses you again, softer this time "Tell us what you want first, baby. We’re all yours."

Samara moves to your side, her hand sliding possessively around your hip as her biotic field brushes warm against your skin—gentle, but unmistakably claiming.

Samara: "Speak your desire." Her voice is calm, but the glow in her eyes is anything but "We will answer."

Kasumi laughs against your neck, already tugging at your shirt.

Kasumi: "Or don’t speak at all, darling." She nips your skin "We can figure it out... together."

The door is locked. The viewport shows endless night. The room is yours—filled with three women who want nothing more than to spend every remaining second making you theirs.

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