The Consort

Shepard’s eyes widened as she locked onto Sha’ira who was standing butt naked wearing a strap-on that looked a bit too real. “Wait… what?” Shepard said.

The Consort smiled. “Oh, hello, Shepard. Funny, I thought this was going to stay between us, Miss Lawson. Did you ask Shepard to come rescue you while I was gone?”

“N-no!” Miranda squeaked as she looked between all of the women in the room.

“What is happening?” Shepard asked.

“Easy, Miss Lawson here lost a bet. And now she gets to be my little pet. Fully consented, of course. Is there something wrong?” The Consort asked.

“I need Miranda. She’s part of my crew,” Shepard said.

“Oh… I think that can be arranged,” The Consort smiled. “On one condition.”

“What?” Shepard asked.

“You take her place for just one hour,” the Consort said. “And then, once that hour is complete, you can go with Miss Lawson.”

“Wait… so you want me… tied up like that?” Shepard said, blushing.

“Exactly,” The Consort said. “Or… if you don’t want to… you could take my place and show me what kind of Commander you can be… and only if you’re good enough will I let you take Miss Lawson.”