Refuses

“This is ridiculous,” Shepard said. “I’m not dropping my towel. Just let me get dressed and we can be on our way.”

“Okay, Shepard,” Liara said. “Go get dressed. We’ll deal with this later.”

Liara walked out and Shepard sighed in relief. Shepard walked into her room and dropped the towel, but not before closing the door behind her.

She looked in the mirror and sighed as she gazed at her naked self. She looked at the tattoo that was placed just above her ass that she had gotten recently and blushed. It was an N7 tattoo courtesy of a bet she had lost. She didn’t know what she would do if anyone found out about it. The person who was behind the bet was sworn to secrecy and a threat that if they ever blabbed, would deal with Shepard’s uncensored wrath.