Liara

"Having a bad day Shepard?" Her bondmate asked.

"Am I happy to see you." Shepard said.

"You really signed a contract here?"

"I know!"

Liara smirked. "Well I have good news and bad news."

"I'm not going to like this am I?"

"Probably not." She answered. "I managed to secure your contact, at no small expense, and you will be leaving with me for the remainder of the time."

"How long am I an indentured servant?" Shepard groaned.

"The contract is only good for two years. At which you will be free to go. But for that year you're mine." Liara smiled.

"Not the worst thing to happen to me." Shepard smiled back.

Liara looked down. "There's still the bad news."

Shepard didn't like where this was going. "What?"

"There was a very strick dressing clause I was unable to remove."

"What I have to were some fancy outfit?"

"Not exactly." Liara pulled out a suitcase and laid it on the table.

Shepard eyed the case and opened it.

"You're shitting me."