Call up Miranda for a fuck

Shepard pressed a button on her screen, sending a message directly to Miranda's Omni-Tool. Miranda herself had set this function up. She claimed that it was for the sake of keeping Shepard's head clear and focused on their mission and that her infertility made her a risk-free partner, but Shepard doubted that was the whole case. Even back during their Collector-Hunting days, she seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, and now that the Reapers had been dealt with, Miranda seemed to relish in her self-assigned "duty." It was a matter of minutes before Miranda arrived in Shepard's cabin.

"Captain," she greeted with a sultry smile. "You requested my... services?" She asked. Miranda had ditched her old white Cerberus Suit for a black one with the Systems Alliance logo displayed prominently on her chest. She began to pull down the front zipper of her outfit, revealing her naked body to Shepard's gaze. Soon she was fully naked, bare skin on display, including a crossed-out Cerberus Tattoo tight above her wet pussy, symbolic of her disdain for her old organization.

Sheard grinned. She didn't know if Miranda was actually into her or just a massive slut, but either way, she wasn't complaining. "That's right. I'm gonna need to fire off a few loads this session, so let's get started with..."