Miranda Lawson has always been the pinnacle of genetically engineered perfection—but in this new reality, her curves have reached legendary proportions. Strutting confidently down the Normandy’s halls, she knows exactly the kind of attention she’s getting… and she’s clearly enjoying it.

Her suit strains to contain her immense figure, riding low enough to reveal a custom pair of panties proudly labeled “Thick-fill A.” But the real detail? That flushed handprint on her cheek—someone couldn’t resist giving her a well-deserved slap.

With a teasing smirk, Miranda turns her head and says,

“So, you say you like my new panties, right? Maybe you’d like to take me out to dinner…”

In this version of the galaxy, Miranda’s charm is just as dangerous as her curves—and both are expanding fast.