Into the VIP section

As they entered the room, they saw a naked Samara with arms wrapped around multiple asari, as some groped her while others sucked her off. “Good girls,” Samara moaned. “You’ve pleased me so much. I think you all deserve a treat.”

“Please, Samara,” the asari moaned.

Shepard’s eyes bulged as Liara looked at the matriarch ex-justicar. “Hello, Samara.”

Samara’s eyes turned to see Liara and Shepard standing there. “Oh… girls, why don’t you entertain yourselves for a bit. Momma has business.”

“Yes, mistress,” The asari said as they climbed off of Samara.

“Shepard, Liara. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Samara asked.

“We’re gathering everyone,” Shepard said. “And we’d like you to join us. For another hurrah around the galaxy and a reunion.”

“Mmm,” Samara said. “Yes, I suppose I should entertain you. Especially given that I am free from my code. I can act as I please. That’s actually why I’m here. Since the reapers were destroyed, I no longer had an obligation to the justicars and since there were already so few, I resigned and disbanded the group. There was no point on continuing.”

“I see,” Shepard said. “Well if that’s the case then let’s head to the Normandy.”

“Why so quick, Shepard, you just got here,” Samara said. “And you two are probably the most valued and most famous in the galaxy. I’m sure these girls would love a few rounds with the great Commander Shepard. Or… I wouldn’t mind a threesome if you two are interested. I am a free woman now.

Shepard turned to Liara. “It’s your decision,” she said.

“Hmmm,” Liara contemplated a smile forming on her face.