Her duties for the day.

Miranda leaned in closer to Shepard, her voice low and authoritative. "Today, you will be pleasuring Ashley, Samara, and Kasumi," she stated matter-of-factly, her gaze unwavering as she listed the names of Shepard's upcoming tasks. Shepard's heart raced at the mention of each name, the weight of Miranda's words settling heavily in her stomach.

As the list of names echoed in her mind, Shepard felt a wave of anticipation and nervous excitement washing over her. She met Miranda's gaze with a mixture of determination and submission, the reality of her role as the crew's pet sinking in with each passing moment.

Tali smiled warmly at Shepard, sensing her mix of apprehension and determination. "Let's get you some breakfast first, Shepard," she suggested gently, leading Shepard to a seat at the table.

As Shepard sat down, the smell of freshly cooked food wafted up to her nose, causing her stomach to growl in response. She picked up a spoon and started eating, the warm food comforting her as she tried to push away the lingering thoughts of the day ahead.

After finishing her meal, Shepard turned to Miranda and asked, "Who is first, Mistress?"

Miranda's lips curved into a small smile at Shepard's question. "You will be pleasing Ashley first," she answered, her tone firm and commanding.

As Shepard finished her breakfast, her heart raced with a mixture of nervous excitement and anticipation for the tasks ahead. Miranda's words echoed in her mind, a reminder of the demands that awaited her as the crew's pet.

Feeling a soft touch on her shoulder, Shepard turned to see Tali standing beside her, a reassuring smile on her lips. "Some other girls will likely want your attention, so be ready to serve them as well," Tali told her gently, her voice a blend of care and guidance.

With a nod of understanding, Shepard felt a renewed sense of purpose settling over her.

As Shepard finished her breakfast, she felt a mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in her chest as she prepared to fulfill her duties as the ship's pet. With a determined yet submissive demeanor, she rose from the table and made her way to where Ashley was waiting for her.

Ashley's gaze locked onto Shepard as she approached, her expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Shepard could sense the tension in the air as she stood before Ashley, ready to perform her assigned task.

Shepard dropped to her knees in front of Ashley, the metal floor cool against her skin. She looked up at Ashley, meeting her gaze with a mix of obedience and desire.