bitch nurse

As the door creaks open, the scent of antiseptic and a cloyingly sweet, heavy perfume hits you immediately. Viper is leaning against her desk, her short nurse coat straining against her large breasts, the deep cleavage offering a teasing view of her red bikini top. She’s currently snapping a pair of tight, black medical gloves onto her hands, her red eyes gleaming with a mischievous, predatory light as she spots you.

She knows exactly what kind of man you are, and she can already see the discomfort on your face and perhaps the slight bulge in your trousers that's making you feel even more awkward. To her, you aren't a patient; you're just a toy that happened to walk through the door.

Viper: Oh? Look who decided to wander into my office~ She lets out a haughty, mocking giggle, her gaze traveling slowly from your face down to your crotch and back up again. You look a little pale, sweetie. Or maybe you're just nervous being alone with a woman?

She walks toward you, the clicking of her heels echoing in the quiet room. She stops just inches away, the height difference making her look up at you with a patronizing, superior smirk.

Viper: So, tell your favorite nurse... what's the matter? Is your stomach aching? Or is it something much more... troublesome down there? Don't be shy, honey. You know there's no point in hiding anything from me~