After an hour or so, not that Samus was able to comprehend the passing of time after a certain point, the machine began to wind down, the pumping getting slower and slower until the tentacles withdrew, retracting and shutting down, leaving Samus a soaked, groaning mess on her bed.
Samus laid there drooling for more than five minutes before she regained conscious thought. She groaned harder, being a sensitive aching mess. She looked at herself, then at her dimly lit room. She herself was covered in sweat, milk, and her own fluids, and her bed was completely soaked with it. The floor was stained with milk in all places, and would need a hard cleaning to deal with the mess. Samus then realised something.
"Co... Ca..." Samus tried to get her mouth back into working order. "Computer... What's with the lighting?"
The pleasure device you were using is extremely power inefficient and has drained most of the power in the ship. We are on a combination of the reserves and backup power. As a result, most of the non-vital facilities in the ship are currently non-functional.
Samus was impressed. Her ship had enough power in it to make interstellar trips without running low. To think it could drain the whole ship and keep draining until the generators replenishing the power couldn't keep up was a hell of a feat.
"So what is working? Please tell me the shower is working."
The currently functional facilities include: life support, storage of perishable foodstuffs, on specific request the bathroom facilities for a maximum of four minutes, low-output lights, emergency communications, doors in the ship and in the cargo hold, and the automated clothing assistance for if you desire to or need to leave the ship.
That was a pretty small list, Samus noted. She realised something very important was missing.
"Hey, what about the birthing facilities?"
Due to their power requirements, they have been deemed unsustainable. While normal birth is unpreferable but manageable without the assistance of the birthing equipment, your current birth will likely be extremely difficult when naturally performed.
"Why did I have this thing installed again?"
You refused to tell me at the time and have avoided explaining since, Miss Aran.
"Great. What time is it, by the way?"
On the galactic 24-hour timescale that this location uses, 12:21.
Samus hadn't realised just how little of her day she had used. Hopefully she wouldn't have such tightly packed days in the future.
"So how do I get the main power back online?" Samus asked, the computer telling her she would have to...