her drink

Shepard groggily opened her eyes to find herself in an apartment. More importantly, she was hogtied and suspended from the ceiling by metal chains. Shepard felt a ballgag in her mouth, preventing her from making any coherent sentence. At the very least she was allowed to keep her tank top and sports shorts that she wore under her armor which was nowhere to be found.

Shepard tried to struggle out of her chains but only made them rattle.

'Okay, looks like I'm not breaking out. How did I get here?' Shepard questioned

Shepard remembered going to the Afterlife bar on Omega, needing information on a criminal organization. The commander knew Aria would be willing to help given they were a rival and threat to Aria. Shepard was let into the V.I.P area and started talking with Aria. Aria was being difficult, giving Shepard half answers. Then Shepard felt the few sips she took from the drink offered to her getting to her, everything spinning until it all went black.

'Well Aria did this to me, just need a way out of this and to pay her back'

Shepard hung there for what seemed like hours, growing impatient before the door opened and in walked Aria.