In the sterile halls of a hospital, a woman with long hair wandered, wrapped in a thin gown that did little to hide her nudity. Her small breasts were visible through the fabric, and she felt a shiver run down her spine, not from cold, but from the thrill of exhibitionism.
Her name was Isabella, a 28-year-old patient who had just been discharged. She had spent the last few days in the hospital, recovering from a minor surgery. The doctors had given her a clean bill of health, and she was free to go.
As she walked, she noticed a man in a white coat, leaning against the wall, watching her. He was a doctor, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was handsome, and Isabella felt a stirring in her loins.
She approached him, her hips swaying gently, her long hair cascading down her back. “Excuse me, doctor,” she said, her voice husky. “I couldn’t help but notice you watching me.”
