Shepard wakes up.

Shepard's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy as she struggled to focus. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the ship's engines in the distance. She was met with an unfamiliar ceiling, her mind foggy as she tried to recall how she got there. As she shifted, the restraints on her wrists and ankles creaked, a gentle reminder of her predicament.

Her gaze drifted down, taking in the cover draped over her body. It was a soft, silky material that felt luxurious against her skin. Shepard's thoughts were slow to form, her body still heavy with the aftereffects of her intense session with Tali, Liara, and Jack.

Shepard's voice was husky, a gentle rasp that seemed to caress the air as she spoke. "EDI." She paused, her chest rising and falling with a slow, deep breath. "Can you have something come untie me please?" The words were laced with a subtle hint of vulnerability, a quiet acknowledgment of her helpless state.

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the soft hum of the ship's engines in the distance. Then, EDI's melodious voice filled the air, her tone a perfect blend of warmth and efficiency.

"I'm afraid not, Pet," EDI replied, her melodious voice a stark contrast to the disappointment that crept into Shepard's eyes. "I was told you were to remain like this until the next girl comes to seek relief. My apologies." The words hung in the air, a gentle reminder of Shepard's helpless state.

Shepard's gaze drifted down, her eyes fixed on the restraints that secured her wrists and ankles to the bed. A faint flutter of frustration danced in her chest, but it was quickly tempered by the lingering haze of pleasure that still clung to her body. She let out a slow, deep breath, the sound whispering through the room like a gentle sigh.

Shepard's gaze lingered on the restraints, her mind slowly unraveling the threads of her memories. She recalled the conversation, the laughter, and the eager agreements. It had all seemed so natural, so effortless, but now, as she lay bound and helpless, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had somehow been swept up in a tide of desire and consent.

Her thoughts drifted back to the moment when it had all begun, the whispered promises and the eager smiles. She had been so caught up in the excitement, the thrill of being desired by the women she admired and respected. And yet, as she lay there, she couldn't help but wonder if she had truly understood what she was getting herself into.

Shepard's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door sliding open, and she turned her head to see Liara entering the room. Liara's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in the sight of Shepard's bound form.

"I see you're still tied up," Liara said, her voice playful and teasing. "Did you enjoy your little rest?"

Shepard's gaze drifted down to the cover that still draped over her body. "I miss clothes," she said, her voice laced with a hint of vulnerability.

As Shepard gazed up at Liara, a flicker of frustration danced in her eyes, mingling with a hint of resignation. The cover that shielded her exposed body offered little solace from the vulnerability that pulsed through her veins. "I don't doubt it, but you know you are forbidden to wear them," Liara gently reminded her, her voice a melodic blend of authority and affection.

Shepard's lips quirked in a faint smile, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken rules that governed their intimate encounters. She shifted slightly against the restraints, the bonds whispering against her skin like a gentle reminder of her submissive state.

Liara's eyes softened as she observed Shepard's parched throat, a concern flickering in her gaze. "Is my pet thirsty?" she inquired gently, a note of tenderness in her voice. Without waiting for a response, she reached for a water bottle and held it to Shepard's parted lips, offering her a much-needed drink.

Shepard's eyes met Liara's with gratitude as she eagerly sipped the cool water, the soothing liquid trickling down her throat and quenching her thirst. The simple act of kindness brought a faint smile to her lips, a moment of respite amidst the intensity of their shared desires.

Shepard's parched throat welcomed the cool water as she drank thirstily, the liquid soothing her dry mouth and throat. The simple act of kindness from Liara brought a sense of relief to her exhausted body, her eyes meeting Liara's with gratitude as she finished the drink.

"Thank you, mistress," Shepard said softly, her voice filled with a mix of appreciation and submission. Liara's eyes sparkled with affection, a soft smile playing on her lips as she set the empty water bottle aside.

Liara's gentle touch brushed against Shepard's cheek, a gesture of tenderness that sent a shiver down Shepard's spine.

Liara's fingers lingered on Shepard's cheek, a soft caress that held a mixture of affection and authority. "Shepard," she said, using the commander's name for the first time since she had taken on the role of the ship's pet. The shift in address carried a weight of intimacy and familiarity, a subtle reminder of the connection that bound them together in this unique dynamic. "Tell me the truth. Are you happy being the ship's pet?"

Shepard's gaze met Liara's, the vulnerability in her eyes bared for a fleeting moment before she composed herself. The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.