She does.

She stood outside Miranda's quarters, hesitating for a moment as her hand hovered over the door chime. Her heart was racing, and she could feel a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the chime, and the door slid open with a soft hiss.

Miranda was standing by the viewport, sipping a cup of coffee, her eyes fixed on Shepard as she entered. "Good morning," she said, her voice low and husky. "I see you decided to take me up on my offer."

Shepard felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room.

Shepard's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on Miranda's ass she asked, "What do you have in mind?" The question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation, as Miranda's gaze never wavered. She took a slow sip of her coffee, the sound of the liquid being swallowed seeming amplified in the tense silence.

Miranda's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she set the cup down on the nearby counter, her movements deliberate and calculated. "I think we can start with something simple," she said, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Shepard's spine. "A little game, just to get you comfortable with the idea."

Miranda's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she set the cup down on the nearby counter, her movements deliberate and calculated. She took a slow step closer to Shepard, her heels clicking softly on the floor, the sound echoing through the tense silence. "I want you to undress," she said, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Shepard's spine. "Just a little. Enough to make you feel... exposed."

Shepard's heart skipped a beat as she hesitated, her eyes fixed on Miranda's. She could feel her pulse racing, her skin tingling with anticipation. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the zipper on her jacket.

As Shepard's fingers brushed against the zipper, a spark of electricity seemed to run through her body, making her skin prickle with anticipation. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on Miranda's, searching for any sign of reassurance or encouragement. Miranda's expression remained calm and collected, but a hint of a smile played on her lips, sending a flutter through Shepard's chest.

With a deep breath, Shepard slowly began to slide the zipper down, the sound of the teeth separating echoing through the room like a countdown to a moment of truth. The jacket parted, revealing a sliver of skin beneath, and Shepard's heart skipped a beat as she felt a rush of vulnerability wash over her.

Shepard's fingers trembled as she slid the zipper down, revealing more and more skin as it went. The cool air of the room seemed to caress her bare flesh, making her shiver with anticipation. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the blood rushing in her ears as she exposed herself to Miranda's gaze.

Miranda's eyes were fixed on Shepard's every movement, her gaze intense and unwavering. She watched as the jacket fell away, revealing a tight-fitting tank top and a pair of form-fitting pants.

The tank top Shepard was wearing was thin, and Miranda could see the outline of her bra beneath it. Shepard noticed Miranda's gaze and felt a rush of heat spread across her cheeks. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached for the hem of her top.

Slowly, she began to lift it up, her eyes never leaving Miranda's. She could feel the fabric sliding over her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The cool air of the room seemed to caress her bare flesh, making her shiver with anticipation.

As the tank top slid up, Miranda's gaze followed the movement, her eyes drinking in the sight of Shepard's bare midriff. The soft glow of the viewport highlighted the gentle curve of her stomach, and the subtle definition of her abdominal muscles. Shepard's hands hesitated for a moment, the fabric bunched up just below her breasts, before she took a deep breath and lifted it up further.

The tank top cleared her head, and Shepard's hair fell back into place, framing her face with a soft, dark halo. Her eyes met Miranda's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound the soft hum of the ship's engines.

Miranda's gaze roamed over Shepard's exposed skin, her eyes lingering on the gentle curve of her shoulders and the soft swell of her breasts. Shepard felt a shiver run down her spine as Miranda's eyes met hers, the air between them thick with tension. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound the soft hum of the ship's engines.

Shepard's hands still clutched the tank top, her fingers trembling slightly as she held it bunched up just above her breasts. Miranda's eyes never left hers, but a small smile played on her lips, sending a flutter through Shepard's chest. Slowly, Miranda took a step closer, her heels clicking softly on the floor.

As Miranda took another step closer, the soft clicking of her heels seemed to echo through the room, making Shepard's heart skip a beat. The air between them grew thicker, heavy with anticipation, as Miranda's eyes never wavered from Shepard's. The smile on her lips grew slightly wider, but her expression remained calm and collected, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Shepard.

Shepard's fingers tightened around the bunched-up tank top, her knuckles white with tension. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Miranda's gaze drifted down to the fabric still clutched in her hands.

"Shepard strip down to your underwear." Miranda told her seeing her hesitation.