Miranda Lawson

Miranda Lawson was designed to be the perfect human specimen. She had the perfect body, with perfectly smooth ivory skin, perfectly silky ebony hair, and perfectly bright blue eyes. She also had the perfect mind, with a perfect unmatched intellect, and a perfectly charming personality. She was for all intents and purposes the perfect woman, unrivaled by any and all.

At least that's what she thought. To those around her she was an egomaniacal narcissist whose only redeeming qualities were her generous tits and ass. Good looking on the outside, rotten to the core on the inside, that was Miranda to almost everyone who knew her. Shepard was the only one who seemed to have any sense that there might be good in her, and this was in spite of the fact that Miranda had openly admitted to considering shoving a microchip in Shepard's head that would make her do whatever she desired like a puppet dancing on someone else's strings.

Soon enough, however, Miranda would be the puppet, and they'd never release her strings.