With Conditions

"If Im going to even consider this I want a full detail of duties and rules." Shepard's eyes locked onto Miranda's, her gaze intense as she waited for a detailed explanation.

Miranda nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Very well, Commander. As the Normandy's pet, your duties would include attending to the personal needs of the female crew members. This would involve providing emotional support, companionship, and of course, intimate relations."

Liara leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You would also be responsible for maintaining the cleanliness and organization of the crew quarters, as well as assisting with various tasks and errands as needed."

Shepard's mind was racing as she tried to process the sheer scope of the proposal.

Shepard's eyes narrowed as she considered the implications of being naked at all times. She couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability at the thought. "And I would have to be naked at all times?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Miranda nodded. "Yes, Commander. It is important that you are always available and accessible to the female crew members. Clothing would only serve as a barrier between you and them. It would also be a symbol of your submission and obedience."

Shepard's mind raced as she tried to process the information.

"This is very unusual," Shepard said, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She rubbed her temple, trying to process the unexpected proposal. The crew's words swirled in her mind like a vortex, pulling her in with promises of freedom from responsibility and the thrill of submission.

"I have two nonnegotiable terms," Shepard continued, her eyes locking onto Miranda's. "First, I want Samara to oversee the 'training' since I know she will keep anyone from going too far." She paused, studying the reactions of her crew. Liara's eyes sparkled with excitement, while Miranda's expression remained calm and collected.

"Very well," Samara said, her voice firm and reassuring. "I agree to that, Shepard. I will keep you safe from any ill intent."

A sense of relief washed over Shepard as she heard Samara's words. She had known and trusted the Justicar for a long time, and she knew that Samara would never let her come to harm.

"I'm glad to hear that, Samara," Shepard said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I trust you and your judgement."

"Good," Miranda said, her voice brisk and business-like. "The second term?"

"The second is," Shepard looked over the girls, her eyes scanning the room as she searched for the perfect candidate. "I want one of you to join me as a pet." The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on Shepard as they processed that.

Miranda's eyebrows arched in surprise, while Liara's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Samara's expression remained neutral, but a hint of intrigue danced in her eyes. The other crew members exchanged nervous glances, their faces a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Shepard's gaze lingered on each of the girls, her mind weighing the pros and cons of each potential candidate.

"And I get to choose who joins me." Shepard said sternly.