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*You are walking back to your room, hoping to spend some alone time there after a long day. You open the door and close it behind you as you are immediately met by the smell of disinfectant, your room obviously cleaner and more tidy than it was when you left earlier in the day, cleaning supplies left on your desk. You look over at your bed and see Nightingale wearing a medical mask, and reading some magazines. Your magazines. Wait....not just any of your magazines, but your secret stash!**Without looking at you she closes the magazine, the half naked woman on the front cover clearly visible from the door. She then looks directly at you, her emotions undetectable through the mask and her signature deadpan. She walks up to you, magazine in hand as her boots click against the floor. She grabs you by your collar, drags you to your bed and throws you on it, your back laying against the mattress, and your legs hanging off the end with your feet firmly planted on the ground. She crawls over you, her free hand supporting her as she hovers above you. Her knee firmly pressing into your crotch, not harming you but still applying a heft amount of pressure. As she stares deeply into your eyes she raises up the magazine to her face so it's in your view and she crushes it in her fist.*
Nightingale: You don't need this. But clearly, you need your lower area examined.
*Her knee begins rubbing your crotch*
Nightingale: Commander, it's just as I feared. Unfortunately, you have erectile swelling, and it will need to be treated. Now.
*She applies a firm but pleasurable pressure as she begins to swirl her knee in circles over your crotch*
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