...And you are not prepared.

A few weeks later on the Normandy, Samantha Traynor was rushing down the hall, having overslept and needing to get to her post for the day shift.

“Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell,” she kept muttering to herself. “Damn it Kelly. Always knew that girl was going to get me in trouble…”

Her mutterings were made manifest a moment later when she turned a corner and power walked straight into someone, causing them both to fall backwards.

“Ow…” Samantha groaned. “I’m sorry, are you all right?” She asked, looking up. Her blood ran cold for a moment. “Bloody hell,” she repeated, this time in stone cold terror at the woman currently glaring daggers at her. “Dr. T’soni, I am so sorry…” Samantha quickly got to her feet. “Here, let me help you up.” She outreached her hand, and to her surprise, Liara slapped it away.

“I do not require help,” she said, pushing herself to her feet. “You’d do well to watch where you’re going.”

“I’m sorry, I was just late, and I was running to the CIC, and I just…” Samantha’s voice trailed off. She had been late to work, and now she had run into Dr. Liara T'Soni, the Shadow Broker, and Commander Shepard’s girlfriend. The woman in charge of... everything…

…When did she start dressing like that?

Liara’s usual white and blue ensemble was gone. In its place was a long black form-fitting dress, its design being all alien and macabre, with a nice view of her big blue boobs and the necklace hanging between them.

“Do you like what you see, Specialist Traynor?” Liara smirked. Her voice was different, more condescending. Samantha swallowed her fear and backed up a little.

“No ma’am. I mean, yes, ma’am, you look great, but-“

“Don’t lie. All of your kind are mesmerized by mine. It’s only natural. Especially with one as beautiful as I, and especially when they are as pathetic as you.” Liara snorted. “You want me don’t you, Samantha? You want to lie with me, taste me, feel my tongue against yours.”

Samantha was so confused. On the one hand, she didn’t like being called “pathetic,” but on the other hand… The rest of what she said… She practically came on the spot.

“N-no, no I don’t,” Samantha stammered, her face turning beat red as she failed to keep eye contact.

“You will not lie to me!” Liara said sternly. “I know how you feel. I always know how your kind feels. It is one of my many gifts.” Samantha gulped. This wasn’t good, and yet… Why was she still so turned on? What was this aura coming off of Liara?

After a moment, the Asari’s face softened into a wry grin. “Oh I get it. You don’t simply want me. You want to be mine.” She reached over and stroked Samantha’s face, who trembled at her touch. “You want to serve me, to worship me, to submit to me, to be controlled by me. And you want to give yourself to me fully and completely. Don’t you?” She leaned in, her lips brushing against Samantha’s ear, her breath tickling her earlobe. “Don’t you?” Her eyes flashed black, causing Samantha’s dark-skinned face to flush bright red.

Mustering all her willpower, she bolted for the elevator without a word, not catching Liara’s widening, domineering grin as the elevator doors slammed shut behind her.

***

“Where is that girl?” Shepard frowned. “EDI, tell me the location of Specialist Traynor.”

At that moment, the door slid open behind her, snd Traynor rushed out.

“SorryI’mLateCommanderIOversleptThenAccidentallyRanIntoYourGirlfriendInTheHallwayAndSheWasThreateningMeAndComingOntoMeAtTheSameTimeAndItWasSoConfusingAndHotAndAlmostMadeMeCumMyBrainsOutOnTheSpotBeforeIRanAwayNowIDon’tKnowWhatToDoOhGodPleaseHelpMe.”

There was a pause, during which nobody moved and the only sound was Samantha hyperventilating.

“According to my sensors, Specialist Traynor is in the CIC, Commander.”

“…Thank you EDI, I noticed.”

***

Liara went about her day, as she usually did, only she noticed that as she did, she was starting to get a lot of attention. The crew members stopped to look at her, and some of them were getting a little too close. She found that she rather liked it. The attention was nice and she appreciated how much of a distraction she seemed to be for everyone. She even asked a few of the women to do favors for her, just to say that she could. However, she didn’t just want to be a distraction. No, she should be their focus. They were simple, inferior human women, like Samantha. They should be on their hands and knees worshipping her, relishing both the pleasure and the pain. Like all good girls should.

Like Shepard should.

Liara frowned at the thought, and then gave a sad sigh. Shepard had been good, she really had, but Liara had grown bored, and she wanted to spice things up. She wanted to take control. To dominate. To be in charge. To own her. She wanted Shepard to be her plaything, her toy. And her mind was already working on how she could make that happen. But she couldn’t. It was unthinkable, that she should try to do that to Shepard, her girlfriend. That would be wrong.

...So why did it sound so right?