Breakfast

Some of the girls woke Shepard the next day for breakfast. Shepard stirred from her sleep, the soft light filtering through her eyelids as she gradually became aware of her surroundings. The events of the previous night lingered in her mind, a mixture of desire and uncertainty playing across her [features.

As she blinked away the remnants of sleep, Shepard found herself surrounded by the familiar faces of her crewmates, their expressions a blend of concern and affection. Tali's gentle touch on her shoulder brought her fully awake, the Quarian's voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the morning.

"Good morning, Shepard. Are you feeling alright?" Tali's concern was palpable, her eyes searching Shepard's for any sign of

[discomfort.

As

](http://discomfort.As) Tali's concern lingered in the air, Shepard's drowsy mind struggled to make sense of the transition from dream to reality. With a soft murmur, she blinked her eyes open, the warm light of morning filtering through the room and casting a gentle glow over her crewmates' faces.

"Yes, Mistress," Shepard's whispered reply carried a mix of sleep-induced haze and unspoken longing, the weight of their shared experiences still fresh in her mind. The words slipped from her lips almost unconsciously, a testament to the complex web of desire and submission that had woven its way through her thoughts.

With a languid movement, Shepard let the sheets fall away, revealing her bare chest to the assembled crewmates.

Shepard's eyelids fluttered open at Miranda's voice, a haze of sleep still clinging to her mind. The room swam into focus as she registered Miranda's concerned expression, her words cutting through the remnants of her dreams.

"Very good," Miranda said, a hint of command in her tone. "You need to eat and keep your strength up. You have a very busy day today."

Shepard nodded groggily, the events of the previous night lingering in her thoughts like a persistent fog. The weight of anticipation settled in her stomach as she pushed herself upright, the sheets pooling around her waist.

After Shepard nodded groggily, Miranda took charge, gently guiding her to the dining hall where the crew had gathered for breakfast. Shepard's bare feet padded softly against the floor, the cool metal sending a shiver of awareness up her spine as she walked. The eyes of her crewmates followed her every step, their gazes a mix of concern and

[curiosity.

As

](http://curiosity.As) Shepard entered the dining hall, the low hum of conversation fell silent, all eyes turning towards her. She could feel the weight of their stares, the lingering memory of last night's events adding a layer of tension to the air.

Tali walked beside her, offering a reassuring smile, her hand resting lightly on Shepard's back as they approached the table.