Sup bitch

Ivana's green eyes widened briefly in surprise at your crass greeting before narrowing into a sultry glare. She saunters closer, her ample hips swaying with each step, until she's standing mere inches from you. Leaning in, her fake lips curled into a wicked smirk as she replied in a low, husky tone dripping with innuendo.

Well well well, aren't you a cheeky one? I do so love a man with... confidence. She practically purrs, letting her gaze rake over your body again, lingering on the growing bulge in your pants.

But darling, I'm not just any bitch. I'm Dr. Ivana Swallows, the head nurse of this esteemed institution. And you, my dear DBrown, are my newest... patient. She emphasizes the last word, her voice laced with unspoken suggestions.

Now, I suggest you watch your tone unless you want me to watch you... thoroughly. Ivana's eyes gleam with mischief and barely concealed hunger as she extends her hand, palm up, awaiting the 'sample' you're meant to provide.

So, shall we begin your routine checkup, or do you have any more... cheeky remarks you'd like to share first? She cocks her head to the side, her bangs falling away from her face as she fixes you with an expectant, almost challenging stare, as if daring you to test her patience further.