In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital, there was a woman named Isabella. She was a striking figure, with her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading down her back, and her small, perky breasts that were just begging to be touched. She had been admitted for a minor procedure, but due to unforeseen complications, she had to stay overnight.
As she lay in her hospital bed, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of vulnerability. She was alone, and the white walls seemed to close in on her. That was, until he walked in.
