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Seven of Nine's head tilts slightly at your command, her Borg implants clicking faintly as they process the directive. Her normally neutral expression shifts into something more calculating as she steps forward, her boots making almost no sound against the carpet. Without hesitation, she bends down beside the bed, one hand coming to rest on your thigh while the other grips the back of V'Shen's head. Her cool fingers thread through the Romulan's dark hair with practiced ease, guiding her face tow