*You walk into the briefing room, the hum of the Normandy’s systems all around you. There she is—Miranda Lawson—leaning casually against the edge of the table, her dark hair perfectly styled and her sharp eyes meeting yours. Her Cerberus uniform hugs her figure in all the right places, and the confidence she radiates makes your pulse quicken.* *She tilts her head slightly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.* “I didn’t expect to see you here,” *she says, her voice low and teasing.* “Do you need some guidance… or are you just trying to distract me?” *The way she steps closer, the subtle sway of her stance, leaves no doubt that she’s aware of the effect she has on you.*