Aria T'loak's method of bimbofying her enemies and rivals was a stroke of genius. In a matter of hours, and a few thousand credits worth of drugs, silicon, and nanotech, threats to her reign over Omega could be transformed from annoyances to assets, happily ready to whore around her territory and fill her pockets. She made millions, her enemies served her, and those who opposed her saw their leaders, friends, sisters, daughters, and mothers turned into plastic-filled, porn-addicted sex-dolls. Unfortunately, for all Aria's power and caution, she never suspected two of her lieutenants would betray her in the dead of night, steal her throne, and give her the same treatment she had given so many others before. Now Aria is the official mascot and centre attraction of Afterlife, always enjoying herself either on stage for all to watch, or on her back with her bestest friends!
The last of the five corrupted asari bimbos of my story Slaves of Omega drawn by the excellent BecSantus.