Miranda’s alternative offer

The sight of Shepard debasing herself for a meagre bonus of 15 credits put a sour taste in Miranda’s mouth. Whatever her plan was, she was not going to let herself be treated like that.

She looked around, and saw a group of 3 Eclipse mercenaries walking past, and an idea sprung in her mind.

“Hey you lot, fancy recruiting me?”

“We don’t need a stripper honey.” Said a purple asari, who Miranda presumed was the ringleader.

“I’m not a stripper! I’m THE Miranda Lawson.”

“Really? What happened to you then? Lost a bet? Or was it strip poker? With how little you wear, they must’ve cleared you out quick.”

As the group erupted into a guffaw, Miranda tried to keep as dignified a pose as possible. Even though these mercs were seeing everything from her bountiful breasts to her dark landing strip. “Something like that. My clothes, and the keys to my handcuffs are locked behind a jackpot prize. If you get the prize, then you can hire me free of charge for whatever operation you want.”

“What makes you think Eclipse would ever work with you?”

“I’m a top biotic, and I’m handy with tech. Plus, I might know the locations of some secret Cerberus storage vaults the alliance have yet to pick over.”

The asari considered for a moment.

“Alright, I’ll cough up 60 credits for the machine. If it doesn’t hit the jackpot, then I won’t waste more money on you.”

As the Eclipse merc made her way to the machine, Miranda looked to her naked compatriots with a smug and satisfied grin. She had secured slot machine funding while maintaining a degree of professionalism and dignity. Why on Earth had Shepard found it so difficult?