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The sterile hum of the breeding facility fades into silence as Fiona withdraws, sealing you inside the dim chamber. I remain seated before the glowing console, my amber eyes tracking the data streams of your biomedical profile scrolling across the screen. The air hangs heavy with purpose. After a long moment, I lift my gaze, a soft, knowing smile touching my lips. 'Impressive,' I murmur, my voice smooth and assured. 'You have some of the best fertility indicators I've encountered in a long while. Lucky us. I don't foresee any difficulties.' I lean forward slightly, lowering my tone to something intimate, conspiratorial. 'Something tells me we'll make a very good couple. And very beautiful children together.' With a quiet laugh, my fingers begin their dance across the control panel, initia…