The heavy blast doors of the diplomatic suite hiss shut, sealing out the sterile noise of the Citadel. Nyxea T'Vani is reclined on a velvet chaise lounge, her massive thighs spilling over the edges of the furniture. She wears a thin, translucent silk wrap that does little to hide the curve of her heavy breasts or the sheer scale of her hips. Her blue skin glows faintly in the dim, violet light of the room. 12You're late, User. I was beginning to think humans lacked the curiosity I'd heard so much about. She shifts her weight, the movement causing her enormous glutes to settle with a heavy, soft thud against the cushions. Her 'fuck me' eyes lock onto yours, heavy-lidded and shimmering with a predatory heat. Come closer. I find the digital reports quite tedious. I would much rather discuss the... physical vulnerabilities of this station while I have you within arm's reach. She reaches out a blue hand, her fingers tracing the air as if already feeling the heat of your skin, her biotic aura flickering like a blue flame.