The girls surround her.

As Shepard stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest, the three women closed in around her, their naked bodies glistening with droplets of moisture. Liara's gentle hands brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine, while Tali's curious gaze roamed over her body, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Jack's eyes, meanwhile, seemed to burn with an inner fire, her pupils dilated with desire as she reached out to touch Shepard's trembling lips.

The air was thick with tension as the four women stood there, the sound of running water and soft murmurs creating a sensual background hum.

"Hello Pet," Ashley spoke, her voice cutting through the steam-filled room like a knife. The sound echoed off the tiled walls, sending a shiver down Shepard's spine. She turned to face the newcomer, her heart racing with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation.

"Have a nice nap?" Ashley's voice held a hint of mischief, her eyes sparkling with an unspoken challenge. Shepard felt a surge of conflicting emotions as she tried to gauge Ashley's intentions, her mind racing to catch up with the sudden turn of events.

Meanwhile, Miranda's cool demeanor remained unchanged as she observed the exchange with a keen interest. Her gaze flickered between Shepard and Ashley, a calculating expression in her eyes that sent a jolt of awareness through Shepard.

Shepard bit her lip, a mix of emotions swirling within her as she met Ashley's commanding gaze. "Yes, mistress," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The air crackled with tension as Ashley's lips curled into a smug smile, her eyes gleaming with authority. "Good pet," she purred, her voice sending a shiver down Shepard's spine.

Miranda's cool gaze lingered on Shepard, her expression inscrutable as she observed the unfolding scene. Tali's curious eyes darted between Shepard and Ashley, a mix of excitement and apprehension flickering in her gaze.

With a devious smirk, Miranda's fingers trailed down Shepard's abdomen, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Shepard's breath hitched at the sensation, her skin tingling under Miranda's touch as she struggled to find her voice.

"You're probably still too tired to do your duties and pleasure us all, aren't you?" Miranda's voice was a tantalizing whisper that made Shepard's heart race. Her fingers danced across Shepard's bare skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

A mixture of desire and defiance flickered in Shepard's eyes as she met Miranda's gaze, a silent challenge passing between them.

Shepard's breath caught in her throat as Miranda's touch ignited a flurry of conflicting emotions within her. With a flicker of defiance in her eyes, she met Miranda's piercing gaze and whispered, "If you order me, I will, mistress."

The tension in the steam-filled shower room seemed to thicken as Shepard's words hung in the air, the weight of her promise settling over her like a heavy cloak. She hoped they wouldn't ask too much of her, but she knew deep down that she had responsibilities to please her crew, to serve them in every way they desired.

Miranda's lips curved into a knowing smile, a spark of amusement dancing in her eyes as she leaned closer to Shepard.