Haggling

The naked quartet were hard to miss. They were practically right by the entrance to the casino. Everyone took notice as they entered, though everyone did their best to carry on as normal. There had been crazier things on Illium.

Realising that they were losing their immediate potential customer boom, Shepard acted decisevily.

“Roll up! Roll up! And try your hand on the slot machines! Help us get the jackpot, and you can have a feel of the goods!” Shepard said in an unsteady attempt at a flirty tone, with an exaggerated wink to cap it off.

“Well, the commander's gone with the pervert route.” Miranda grumbled.

“If you don’t like it, then try your own business scheme, I really don't care. Jack never said anything about all four of us needing to get back to the Normandy. I could leave you behind and masturbate over fantasies of you working here in nothing but a pair of heels,” Shepard said, getting as close into Miranda’s personal space as much as her cuffs would allow.

“Whatever happened to ‘no man left behind’?” Ashley remarked.

“We’re off duty, Williams. Way off duty.”

An asari approached the naked Commander. “How much was it for a feel?”

“Errmmm, 8 rounds on the machine for a 2 minute spanking session.”

"What if I want a feel of your breasts as well?"

"That... would also be 8 rounds. so 16 plays in total!"

"These machines cost 5 credits per play. That seems a bit much for only 2 minutes. Unless I'm getting a share of the payout?"

"No, you're not getting the potential payout, that's the tradeoff. Besides, 80 credits for feeling up a naked woman seems fair."

"I'm going."

"Okay! 4 rounds per spank and grope then! That's 20 credits total for a full body feel! And I'll make it 3 minutes!" Shepard couldn’t contain her desperation, although she wasn’t sure if she was desperate for freedom, or for something else… Either way, it was clear that it had impeded her usually impeccable negotiation skills.

The asari agreed to the new pricing, and began putting money into the machine. Each pull of the lever a new chance for a jackpot. The first 7 bringing little reward. But the 8th looked promising. One Elmohk fruit, another Elmohk. Could this be the winning round? Alas, the third item was but a meagre Korko root. With little regard for the payout, the asari claimed her real prize, and fimly squeezed Shepard's left boob while smacking her bare behind. Shepard yelped and moaned in equal measure, doing her best to hide her moistening nether regions.

"Time's up." Liara butted in, having been paying close attention to the whole affair.

The asari pulled away, and sauntered off satisfied. Thankfully, the round still coughed up 15 credits, which allowed Shepard to play three rounds for herself.

As Shepard fiddled around while trying to insert the coins into the machine with her cuffed hands, her squad considered whether to follow her business model, or opt for a different tactic.