She sat on the exam table, paper crinkling beneath bare thighs, heartbeat racing. The doctor’s gloves snapped on—cool, sterile. “You said the tension’s…deep,” he murmured, voice smooth. Fingers probed gently, then with pressure, sliding between folds slick with anticipation. She bit her lip. “You’re unusually responsive,” he said, unzipping his trousers.

The nurse entered without knocking, eyes gleaming. “Should I assist, Doctor?”

He nodded. She stepped behind the patient, lips brushing her ear. “Open wider.”

Gloved hands. Tongue. Moans echoing off white walls.

Outside, the sign read: Specialist in Stress Relief – By Referral Only.