Clothing conundrums

"W-what are you going to do to me?" Kasumi stammered as Aria grabbed her by the holocuffs and led her towards the side entrance of AfterLife & Beyond.

"And ruin the image of you squirming? I don't think so." Aria said with a wicked grin as she used a code to open the side door and bring her in.

"Look! I'm sorry! I had no idea that the day I was filming you, you and Tevos switched!" Kasumi apologized, "I thought it was the usual of you putting her in her place!"

"And yet, you still uploaded it to the ethernet..."

"Please! Please give me my panties back and let me go!"

"Oh, I'll give you back your panties..." Aria said with a smirk as she took the unicorn underwear and placed it over the thief's head, "But you're not going anywhere just yet!"

"Aria? What is going on he- KASUMI?!"

Aria and Kasumi turned around to see Tevos standing in front of them in shock... Wearing only a pair of sequin pasties, a pair of hot pink panties with the words "I'm A Bad Girl, You Know What To Do" on the butt, black fishnet stockings, and a pair of black heels. The Councilor turned an even darker purple than her girlfriend's skin tone as she looked between the two.

"Good news, Babe." Aria said with a smirk, "You don't have to go out like that to make up for the holovid anymore."

"But I... I can't dance!" Kasumi argued.

"Neither can Tevos, which is why you're not dancing..." Aria replied as Kasumi gulped.

That didn't sound good.

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"This has to be the most humiliating thing I have ever done since college." Ashley muttered as she placed the shopping bag over her head, making sure to keep her hair up so no one would recognize her. So far, as far as she knew, only Shepard and Liara were exposed on live television. And she wanted to keep it that way!

Of course, she did meet Shiala, who opened the doors to her not only changing her tune about aliens, but also to the idea of -

"Focus!" Ashley snapped at herself as she shook her head. "Grab your jacket, go hunt down the rest of your clothes, get back to The Normandy, and then you think about Shiala all you want..." She blushed, "Preferably in the shower."

Taking a deep breath, Ashley sprinted across the street, fully aware of all the cat calls, laughs, wolf whistles, cheers and jeers she was getting from letting everything hang out. When this was over, she was giving Jane and Liara an earful about keeping their fetishes in the bedroom.

After a few minutes, Ashley reached the flagpole, thanking her years in military school for being the flag girl for a year. Of course, back then, she never did it naked with a stunned bank owner and reporter gawking at her ass while a drone filmed everything.

After a few minutes, Ashley finally pulled her jacket off the wire. Smiling under her paper bag mask, she went to slip the jacket on when...

"Hold it, thief! That's my sister's!"

Ashley paled as she turned around to see her sister Sarah coming out of the bank, glaring angrily at her.

"Uh oh..." Ashley muttered.

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Miranda couldn't help but think as she watched Jack climb up the fire escape towards her bra, not quite too stealthily. Miranda wasn't sure if it was natural - she knew Jack was as agile and deadly as a panther on the battlefield, but stealth wasn't the tattooed woman's forte - or whether it was due to thinking about the same thing the perfect woman was thinking about.

She had been dating Jack for a while now, and not once had she picked up on the tattooed biotic wanting to be dominated in the bedroom. In fact, it was always the exact opposite, with her tied to the bed with a gag in her mouth and a biotic dampening collar around her neck as Jack ate her out or other more colorful things. Jack always had a dominate side to her when it came to their relationship.

But... The way she had acted when Miranda spanked her. The way she became soaked more than Miranda had seen her before. The way she had slipped and unintentionally called Miranda "Mommy" twice.

Did... Did Jack secretly want to be the Sub in there relationship?! Miranda considered herself a switch, so it would be easy for her to slip into Dom mode, but Jack...

Of course, that also brought up the detail of what exactly Jack would be the Submissive to. From how they mistreated and tortured her, Miranda was ninety-nine percent sure that Jack would voluntarily jump ass naked into a swimming pool filled with broken glass and rusty nails before even entertaining the idea of being submissive to an agent of Cerberus. Even one who turned their back on the organization and helped wipe them out like Miranda was.

However, Miranda would be lying if she said she wasn't interested in the idea...

Up with Jack, the tattooed woman mentally cursed as she tried to be as stealthy as she could; something that wasn't her strongest suit, she would admit. Not helping was that her mind was that her mind kept returning to the idea of being the new submissive of the relationship. Now, Jack would willingly jump ass naked into a pool of rusty nails and broken glass before letting an agent of Cerberus dominate her, but Miranda was different. And the thought of being dominated by her girlfriend who she normally dominated in the bedroom actually did excite her.

It really excited her...

So much so that, by the time Jack reached the fifteenth floor and walked towards her bra, a puddle began to form around her feet...

"Shit!" Jack yelled as she slipped, grabbing her bra as she nearly tumbled forward.

Miranda was brought back to reality as she looked up to see her girlfriend losing her balance fifteen floors above her. "Jack!" She called out in concern.

"I... I'm good." Jack stammered as she held up her bra and slipped it on, silently swearing at her shaky legs.

Something that Miranda easily took notice of as she watched as Jack carefully made her way back down to the ground, her legs still wobbling slightly as her hands covered her womanhood.

"C'mon!" Jack said, "We got lucky this time, but we still got the rest of our clothes to -"

"Jack, do you actually want me to dominate you?"

The question was out of Miranda's mouth before it even registered in her brain, both woman going red.

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"I suppose I see no other options." Liara said somberly, looking back out at the party. "But how are we supposed to distract them?"

"Perhaps one of us can hide our face and streak the party while the other grabs my underwear?" Jane suggested as she turned to Liara. When her bondmate gave a shrug in response, the redhead said, "Okay then. Who does what?"

"Ordinarily, I'd use a random number generator to decide." Liara said, "However, ordinarily, I'd also have my omnitool on me."

"Rock-Paper-Scissors, then?"

"Alright." Liara replied with a nod as she and Jane made fists and made the movements with their hands.

"Once... Twice... Shoot!" Jane whispered as she and Liara looked down at what they had.

Liara had paper.

And Jane had...