She agrees.

Shepard's gaze narrowed, her brow furrowed in consideration. She looked at Liara, who was watching her with an unwavering gaze. For a moment, the two women just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, Shepard's eyes flicked back to Tali, and she nodded slowly.

Shepard's nod was almost imperceptible, but it was enough to signal her agreement. The room seemed to hold its collective breath as Liara's face broke out into a radiant smile. She took a step forward, her eyes locked on Shepard's, and began to undress. The sound of her clothes hitting the floor was like a punctuation mark, signaling the start of her new life as the Normandy's pet.

As Liara stood before her, naked and unselfconscious, Shepard felt a pang of unease. She pushed it aside, reminding herself that she had agreed to this, and that Liara had chosen this path willingly.

"Shepard." Miranda held out a dog collar. "Would you like to collar our new pet?" She offers

Shepard's eyes narrowed as she looked at the dog collar in Miranda's outstretched hand. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions. She didn't want to objectify Liara in this way, but she had given her word that she would keep her safe. And if this was what Liara wanted, then who was she to stand in her way?

"Fine," Shepard said in a rough voice. She took the collar from Miranda and slowly approached Liara.

Liara's eyes never left Shepard's as she stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest.

How long had it been since she had seen Liara like this? Naked, ****, and completely at her mercy. It was a sight that Shepard had never thought she would see, and yet here they were. She carefully fastened the collar around Liara's neck, her fingers lingering on the cold metal for a moment before letting go.

"Tell me if you want to stop," Shepard whispered, her voice barely audible. "I won't hesitate to let you out of this Liara."

Liara looked up at Shepard, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and fear.

Liara's voice was barely above a whisper, but the words sent a shiver down Shepard's spine.

"Call me Pet," Liara said, her eyes locked on Shepard's. "And I promise I will, Mistress." She smiled, a small, tentative smile that seemed to hold a world of meaning.

Shepard's eyes narrowed, her gaze intensifying as she looked at Liara. She could feel a strange sense of power dynamic shifting between them, a sense of control and submission that she wasn't sure she was comfortable with. But Liara's smile seemed to reassure her, and she took a deep breath before speaking.

"Pet," Shepard said, her voice low and husky.

"I've already had her crate moved to your room. Shepard" Tali told her. "And disposed all of her clothes."

Shepard's gaze lingered on Liara for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "A dog crate?" she repeated.

Tali nodded, her expression serene. "Yes, Commander. It's for her own safety. She'll be more comfortable in there, and it will help her adjust to her new role as the Normandy's pet."

"Well." Miranda stood. "We need to get Pets training underway. Would you like to watch Shepard?" She offered. "After all Pet is yours as much as she is ours."

Shepard looked at Miranda, her expression unreadable. She didn't respond immediately, her mind still reeling from the revelation of Liara's new role and the idea of training. She glanced at Liara, who was still standing before her, her eyes wide and expectant.

"I suppose it's important for me to understand what's involved," Shepard said finally, her voice hesitant. "I'll watch."

Miranda nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Excellent," she said. "We'll start with some basic obedience training.