Miranda.

Miranda's eyes locked onto Shepard's as she stepped forward, a small, sleek device held delicately in her fingers. "Before we begin your training, Shepard, I need to ensure that you understand the boundaries of your new role," she said, her voice low and even. The device, an inhibitor ankle bracelet, glinted in the soft light of the room, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and writhe like living things.

Shepard's eyes widened slightly as Miranda approached her, the bracelet held out like an offering. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Miranda's fingers closed around her ankle, the touch sending a spark of electricity through her skin.

Miranda's fingers closed around Shepard's ankle, the touch sending a spark of electricity through her skin. Shepard felt a shiver run down her spine as Miranda's eyes locked onto hers, the intensity of her gaze making Shepard's heart skip a beat.

"This is an inhibitor ankle bracelet," Miranda explained, her voice low and even. "It will help you remember your place and ensure that you follow the rules of your new role." She paused, her eyes never leaving Shepard's face. "It's designed to prevent you from attempting to escape or disobey orders. If you try to remove it or resist, it will administer a mild shock to remind you of your boundaries."

Miranda's fingers tightened around Shepard's ankle as she fastened the inhibitor bracelet. Shepard couldn't help but wince as she felt the cold metal against her skin, the weight of the device a constant reminder of her new role.

"Remember, Shepard," Miranda said, her voice firm and unyielding. "This is for your own safety, and for the safety of the crew. You are a pet now, and you must act accordingly."

Shepard nodded, her throat dry, as she tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat.

Miranda's fingers released their grip on her ankle, Shepard felt a subtle vibration emanating from the inhibitor bracelet, a gentle hum that seemed to underscore the reality of her new situation. She looked down at the device, her eyes tracing the intricate patterns etched into its surface, and felt a shiver run down her spine.

Liara's voice broke the silence, her tone soft and melodious. "Now, Shepard, let's begin your training. Miranda, would you like to start?"

Miranda nodded, her eyes never leaving Shepard's face. "Yes, I'll begin. Shepard, please come with me."

Miranda's eyes seemed to bore into Shepard's very soul as she turned and walked towards the door, her heels clicking softly on the floor. Shepard felt a shiver run down her spine as she followed, her bare feet making barely a sound on the cool surface. The inhibitor bracelet on her ankle seemed to hum in time with her heartbeat, a constant reminder of her new role.

As they walked, the soft murmur of the crew's conversations and the gentle hum of the ship's systems created a soothing background noise that seemed to envelop Shepard in a sense of calm. But beneath the surface, her mind was racing with thoughts of what was to come. What would her training entail? What would be expected of her?

Miranda led Shepard to a large, open space in the center of the ship. The room was dimly lit, with soft, ambient music playing in the background. A few crew members were scattered throughout the room, performing various tasks.

"This is the training room," Miranda said, her voice low and even. "Here, you will learn to serve the crew in any way they need. You will learn to be obedient, to be helpful, and to be a true pet."

Shepard's heart skipped a beat as she looked around the room, her eyes wide with uncertainty.