Clean her and put her clothes back on.

Realizing what you've done the instant your senses come back to you, you begin to panic. You look back and forth around the room for something you can use to fix this, while she lies **** on the chair, naked and dripping cum from her slit. You settle on a pack of gauze, and begin to wipe away what you've left in her while cursing at yourself.

After you've finished, to the best of your abilities, you get started on redressing her, starting with her bra, then following on with her tank top, jacket, and pants. The whole time, you're rushing, uncomfortably aware that Elize, your receptionist, could come in at any moment. And then you're ruined, your life would be over. Even if she didn't think you **** this woman, this kind of relationship would destroy your reputation.

You finish dressing her again, and return to your terminal. Now's the moment to try and figure this out. You take a deep breath, and look down at the screen monitoring her biosigns.