Give her some recovery time.

You are for the most part, content to let her recover for the time being, and so after lingering on her clitoris for a moment, you pull away.

Arwen takes a relieved breath through her nose, cut short as you last minute decide to give her sensitive flower a hearty pinch for good measure, causing a hitch in her breath and a tremble in her lower lip.

You set the bowl of leftovers on a side table, continuing casually, “so, i see you’ve tidied up the place.”

Arwen clasps her hands in front of her politely, nodding and saying “yes master, i- that…” she looks at you, for a moment afraid at your deliberate mention of it. “That is… what is expected of me, is it not?”

You laugh, “well yeah, but i was gonna make Seven do it this time. Oh well… actually, that gives me an idea” Turing to Sevens stasis pedestal, you mentally deactivate it.

Immediately Seven whips around to meet your eyes, glaring dangerously, her firm chest rising and falling rapidly. Your embarrassing posing, from her perspective, only happened moments ago.

Her voice is firm and elevated, clearly forcing out the words “am i required, master?”

Waiting for your response, her and Arwen meet eachothers gazes, and both share a nod of acknowledgment.

“Actually” you start, “you are, i want you to go upstairs, grab a toolbox, and put that pretty little borg head of yours to work fixing my shower, understand?”

Seven, though still visibly furious, looks relived to have only been given technical work. She nods sharply “i will comply”

Before she sets off you quickly add “oh, Seven, are you hungry?” She follows your gesture to the bowl of food you’ve brought down, eying it warily.

“No.”

Your eyes narrow, and for a split setting you mentally active her pain modification at its lowest setting.

Eyes widening she quickly amends, “no, thank you, master. The nutritional supplements you’ve provided us are sufficient.”

In your peripheral vision you see Arwen make a thinly veiled expression of revulsion, remembering the fowl tasting, discount brand “character chow” you stock the kitchenette cupboards with.

With nothing more to say, Seven quickly ascends the stairs to find a toolbox, immediately getting to work.

“Fuck-“ you say under your breath “she’s gotta be my best idea since the dust.” You see Arwen looks a little put out at that, and you wrap an arm around her shoulders “oh… I didn’t mean that. You’re my good little elf ****, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Arwen smiles a bit relieved , resting her head into your shoulder.

“Now-“ you continue, “are you hungry?” Arwen nods as you take a seat on the couch. “Well then, go fetch me my controller and headset. Then you can snuggle up beside me and eat your dinner, hows that?”