In the sterile, antiseptic halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, naked and vulnerable. Her long, dark hair splayed out on the pillow behind her, her small breasts rising and falling with each breath. She was a vision of beauty amidst the cold, clinical surroundings.
Dr. Samuel, a man of experience and confidence, entered the room. He had seen countless patients in his career, but something about Isabella’s vulnerability stirred something within him. He approached her bed, his eyes taking in her form.
“Good morning, Isabella,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “How are you feeling today?”
Isabella looked at him, her eyes bright with desire. “I’m feeling better now that you’re here, doctor,” she replied, her voice husky with longing.
