Strip club.

"I'll go see this Harkin guy. Might be more open talking man to man. And if he doesn't, I am sure me and Chief Williams will be able to persuade him."

She nodded. "Fine. I'll take Jenkins to see the Solus then."

"Sir, are you sure this is the right way?" Asked Williams as you turned another corner.

"No, but before going there we need a change of clothes."

"A change of clothes, sir?"

You nodded. "Yes. I read this guy's file and he will never talk to an Alliance marine. So, we are going undercover and your armor doesn't look much undercover now, chief."

"I suppose not."

You walked into one of the Presidium very discreet sex shop. After all, where there were people, there was sex and a need for toys. The asari behind the counter was all smiles as you approached.

"Hello, I need-"

"Sorry, sir." She cut you. "Everything you need is on the computer, I am only here to make this shop more friendly and cannot help you."

Wow, what a bitch. Her smile hadn't even faltered through her whole speech. That needed some correction.

"But isn't your chain normally the exception with vendors that will try their best to help their customers?"

A confused expression appeared on her face as she realized what she had just said and how wrong it had been. "Oh, hm... of course, sir, sorry, I used to work for another store recently and it must have slipped my mind."

"No problem, but is it not normal for this store's employees to be naked too?"

She jumped as she realised she was still clothed, instantly reaching for them and throwing them off her body. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, please sir, I am very new here and I had completely forgotten, please don't complain to my boss."

You help up your hand. "That's fine, as long as it doesn't happen again and you help me turn this girl." You pointed at Williams. "Into the best bimbo slut of the Presidium."

"Consider it done." She said with a smile, her azure breasts jiggling as she threw away her underwear.

As you approached Chora's den, nobody would have recognized gunnery chief Ashlet Williams. Her military cut was gone, her dark hair flowing down her bare shoulders, a delicate touch of makeup on her face and her armor replaced by what looked to be a low-cut dress who had been shredded, exposing her underboob, her shoulders, her navel and so short that with every step she took she had to **** it back down over her ass. In those conditions, it didn't cover her panties much, a black lace nearly transparent pair of panties whose sole purpose was holding the egg shaped vibrator against her clit. Her only other piece of clothing was a pair of stiletto heels that made her ass stand out and revealed all of its glorious roundness.

"I wish they would change the official undercover uniform." She grumbled, replacing the dress over her breasts after they had slipped out, again.

"Yes, the normal undercover uniform for female agents has been here for quite a long time. But as odd as it might be, the ability to send signals through the vibrator is unparalleled. You remember them, right?"

"Yes, sir. A buzz means I'm slipping out, the higher, the worse the situation is."

You nodded. "Perfect. And remember, Chora's den is one of those clubs where it is normal to have public sex or for girls to be molested. Blending in will be hard." Then you kept talking to yourself. "Normally you do not think it is normal, but secretly you crave it and hate it."

She **** herself to appear calm. "Don't worry, sir. I will do my best."

"I know." You had no doubt about it as you turned the corner toward the famous Chora's Den.

As you stepped into the club, you could see your change already at work. A dancer was laying down on one of the dancing tables, bobbing her head up and down a client's cock. One of the waitress passed by a turian only for him to grab her boob. She didn't react beside asking him if he wanted something to drink. That and much more was happening all around you.

"This place is a dump." She whispered beside you.

"Yes, it is." You answered with a smile. A nice depraved dump.

As you brushed past a table on purpose and was instantly rewarded as a man landed a slap on Ashley's nice ass. She paused for a second, a mix of conflicting emotions on her face before she settled for anger and spun around. The moment she did, you activated the vibrator. She jerked as the vibrations sent shocks of pleasure through her, freezing her on the spot. Her mind screamed this was wrong, but her soldier's duty was to act like a slut.

"Yes?" Said the man.

"Hm, I.. I..." She tried to say, confused by the mixed signals of her body.

You intervened, reaching around her to grab her large breasts, making her squeal cutely.

"Sorry, slapping her ass always makes her wet and wanting more."

She tensed against you, but you only augmented the vibrator power, shutting her protests under a wave of pleasure.

"That's alright." He said, rubbing his hand against her tight and the fabric of her pantie. "She can come to get fucked anytimes she wants."

Ashley indignant shout was buried under a moan as you turned the vibrator to its maximum setting.

"Sure." You hand reached under her dress, exposing her new melons to the club. "Not before I get a shot though."

You both shared a laugh before moving away with Ashley still moaning against your shoulder.

"Come on marine." You whispered. "I thought you said you could do that."

Through gritted teeth from unwanted pleasure, good and wrong at the same time, she answered. "Yes, sir. I can."

"Then you better step it up soldier, we're approaching our target."

Of course, your hand kept caressing her breast and her jerking movement had lifted her dress enough to clearly expose her naughty underwear.

Approaching the club's private door, you spotted the altercation going on. In the game, Wrex was there. In your world, Wrex was also there, but not exactly himself, more herself. You didn't know how, but apparently a brief conversation you had had a long time ago with a guy on the internet had maybe influenced the world or something like that. The point being that the krogan ratio had been reversed from male to female. So now the species was 99% of females and 1% male. Another nice point, female krogan looked more like female Klingon than the giant alligator they used to be.

So, in short, after a couple of changes you had done in your first days here, the spectacle before you was of a seven feet and a half tall amazon dressed in a bikini power armor towering over the other krogan guards exposing as much skin. Skipping the conversation, after a final threat she turned around, giving you a nice show of her F size cup squeezed into her armor that gave her a killer cleavage and muscular stomach.

"Out of my way, human." She snarled as she passed you by, cupping one of Ashley's tits.