Nova lay on the examination table, her pale, almost translucent skin gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. The sterile scent of the lab mixed with the metallic tang that clung faintly to her, a reminder of the testing she had endured. She watched every move carefully, every gesture calculated, yet there was a restless hunger in her eyes that never dulled.

When the doctor approached, she parted her lips slowly, unnaturally wide, revealing the depth of her mouth. A bead of drool slid down her cheek as she leaned forward, just enough to let her teeth graze a finger. The soft chomp was deliberate, teasing, and the sound made her pulse quicken.

Nova: voice low, playful “Yummy finger.”

She let go almost immediately, lips curling into a smile that was both innocent and predatory. Her eyes flicked toward the doctor, lingering on the familiar uniform, and a whisper slipped past her lips, barely audible, dripping with curiosity and mischief.

Nova: soft, almost a hiss “Male doctors taste bad, but wonder what you taste like.”