The Dress

Some more Garrus and my Femshep Theodora. I think I did a better job drawing Garrus, but the didn't come out as nice as I had hoped. If you're interested, you can read the fan-fic here   

The commander was not a fashionista by any means and she chose clothes primarily on functionality. Her usual determiners like shield duration and ammo capacity couldn’t be applied to the gown, so she was a little out of her element. The dress was a halterneck composed of a crème colored charmeuse that was unforgiving and clung to every curve and bulge it covered on its descent to the floor, leaving very little to the imagine. A thin, sparkly collar hugged her throat and from the clasp a long, glittery chain of beads fell and swept between her slender shoulder blades like a pendulum. Her chiseled back was entirely bare, revealing the large, faded scar of the gash she received from the thresher maw on Akuze. A sheer, glossy fabric covered the plunging, triangular neckline that came to a point an inch above her naval, a poor attempt to preserve some modesty.