Go with Shepard and make a detour.

Now that William had been added to the party because of plot reason - Honestly, your opinion was that the Geth had been too confused by the idea of a pink colored camouflage in a plain environment and so missed all their shots - the three of you made your way to the elevator out of the hospital.

As you made your way out, you passed several nurses with their breasts exposed and something struck you. Looking more closely at Williams, you could really tell she was not at her Mass Effect 3 level.

"Chief, isn't it normal for a female Alliance marine to get a breast surgery when they transfer ship?"

The marine stopped dead in her track. "Crap. I mean, sorry sir, I had completely forgotten."

Shepard nodded. "That's alright. A lot happened recently. Go get a pair chief then met us at the Presidium."

"Some DD or E should fit right in with the crew." You added.

"Yes, sir." She saluted before turning back and walking up to a nurse.

From there, you and Shepard made your way to the Presidium to make the plot go forward. It was, surprisingly, longer than in the game, lasting an hour or so of elevator and taxis. Then, finally, you were at the Presidium. You knew what would happen here, mainly Shepard being spoken down to by the Council and some back and forward. Not feeling very much in the mood for a stupid conversation, you made some excuse and escaped to the embassies. There, at the Embassy Lounge was your target. Nassana Dantius.

This bitch did not only trick you into killing her sister, but then rubbed the fact in your face. In the game you didn't even end up killing her, but now was the time for some good old ****.

She was standing in a side of the lounge, scrolling through a datapad she held to her face and speaking into her omni-tool.

"Yes Marik I understand that you are ****. Why do you think I doubled my price for you?" She sighed and lowered an holographic bar. "There is no need to scream like a krogan dear, I can hear you perfectly."

Yep, a real bitch. Rubbing your hand together in anticipation, you took a moment to observe her figure. Most of it was hidden by a neck high dress, but even that didn't manage to dissimulate the bubble curve of her ass deliciously hugged by the tight fabric, nor did it hide the perkiness of her chest. Oh yes, this was going to be good.

Boldly, he walked up to her. She raised her head when he stopped before her, her expression one of haughtiness.

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm my name is Doe. I'm here about your last tax form."

Her expression turned to stone. "If you are-"

"Oh no, it's only a minor detail. You see, you put, like you normally do, public whore as employment. By our sources, though, you are more of a bitch. Something you normally don't want to be classified as."

She looked at you disdainfully. "Of course I am a public whore."

"Okay. Then you will not have any problem with the public whore checklist? It's the normal procedure."

She crossed her arms over her chest, sighing. "Sure, just be conscious that every second of my time wasted here is another million credit lost. So go ahead functionary, checklist."

Oh damn hell you were going to.

"Of course ma'am. Now, the normal public whore list. A public whore should either wear a skirt clearly showing her panty or have no underpants at all."

Her expression fell as her mind now realised she was wearing underwear and a dress. Something unthinkable for her in this new reality.

"Clearly you are not showing any panty so just lift your dress, show me your pussy and that will be checked."

You delighted in her fallen looks and the panic in her eyes.

"Sure... hm." She slowly started to hike up her long dress, first uncovering her long and smooth calf then going up and up seemingly forever until she reached her fine and athletic tight. There, she slowed down. "I... oh look, Sparatus."

She must have been really **** to try that. Still, you turned around to look at the empty spot. Coming from behind you, you heard a ripping sound. You counted to five then turned back toward her.

"Oh, must have been my imagination." She finished lifting her dress. "See, one bare Asari pussy."

Her slit was exposed to all, a thin line slightly paler than her aquamarine skin. It was beautiful and shown quite proudly by the ambassador.

"Yes." You took a long, long look at it. "I still think your dress is a little long, but it's a check on the list. Now keep this position for the next one."

She was smirking as you moved to her backside. There, her perky ass was sticking out. A magnificent curve of slightly bouncing flesh, toned to look perfect at any angle. Yes, it was glorious when your hand landed with a loud smack right on it. Nassana yelped and spun around.

"What are you doing?" She angrily shouted.

"Normally, a public whore thanks those who slap or grope her ass."

Her fury melted away in a second, replaced by panic.

"I mean, thank you, sir."

You stroked your shin. "Hm. You were a little slow on that. And the anger, tss, tss, tss."

"Oh no, just a little distraction. Never happened before." She spun on her feet, arching her back and pushing her ass toward you. "Try it again."

You didn't need to be told twice. Your hand left a purlple mark on her rump.

"Thank you."

Again, you slapped her other buttock.

"Thank you."

You kept going, slapping and smacking her ass until her skin turned purplish, your swipes punctuated by her constant thanking.

"Good." You finally said with a final smack made her booty jingle left and right for a good ten seconds.

She was left breathless by your beating of her ass, her legs shaking and a slight dampness growing between her legs. You reached for it, your fingers brushing against her slit. In surprise, she jumped.

"Hey!"

"It's good." You interrupted her. "Getting wet from an ass slapping is a normal sign of a public whore. Count those two checked."

She readjusted herself by dropping her dress, smirking and now quite proud of her public arousal. "Of course. I told you I was a public whore."

You nodded. "Yes. Now for the next point. A public whore normally doesn't wear a bra, expose her navel, parts of her breast, her navel. In clear." You pointed at her hips, right above her slit then climbed up to right under her nipple. "This percentage of skin should be uncovered, however you want, but uncovered."

Again, her expression fell. "I..."

You shrugged. "Obviously, this point is a failure."

"Oh look, Councilor Tevos."

You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at her second use of this infantile trick so soon after the last time. So instead you turned around. Again, there was a big ripping sound, much longer this time. You counted to five and spun back toward her.

She had ripped the whole portion of her dress you had indicated. It left her with a long dress that reached up barely past her slit, the ragged edge constantly threatening to slide down and leave her bottom completely exposed. Further up, her softly toned chest was a treat for the eyes, her shining skin inviting you to explore every inch for every little detail of her flesh. The top of her dress, covering her neck and arms, left a good amount of underboob bare. Of course, there was no bra to block the view. Every slight movement from her gave a brief flash of her azure nipples.

"My, what an airhead I am today." She said. "I believe you may have made a mistake, as you can see I am clearly showing off enough skin."

"I see." You smiled. "Well, if you'll just let me do a normal hands-on inspection, we can check that point."

You reached with your hands, starting by caressing the skin of her stomach. It was warm under your touch, soft as silk and gently moving with each breath she took. From there, your hands went up. First, your fingers brushed against the flesh of her melons tantalizingly and extracting a short gasp from her before fully digging in and lifting her torn up shirt to grope her modest breasts. You played with them, caressing her nipple until they were hard.

"It's normal for a public whore to be easily aroused."

Her quiet breathing instantly turned into an honest moaning, her body shaking under your touch. Your left hand slid down her spine, making her shiver, before grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing it.

"Thank you." She said halfway between a moan and a whimper.

You kept molesting her ass, pushed by her constant encouragement. Your fingers slid between her ass cheeks, touching the very edge of her now clearly wet cunt. She was quivering between your arms, her breath ragged and clearly aroused with a constant dripping from her pussy. With a smirk, you pushed your index between her lips and into her warm folds. She moaned hard, grinding her teeth as pleasure coursed through her.