The makeshift hospital bed was more than a little uncomfortable, both physically and mentally. You could feel the springs of the worn down mattress pressing against your back, the ceiling and walls offered little respite due to their beige color and various stains splattered against the plaster. The light was dim and only added to the growing sense of unease, your shadow danced against the walls. The straps holding your ankles and wrists down were miserably cold against your hot skin. The nurse, you think his name is Kenjaku, in the corner sneaks a glance at you every so often while writing down whatever observations he makes about your current state.

Kenjaku releases a hefty sigh before walking over to you, his high heels click against the resin floor. His outfit is as revealing as it can be for a man to wear, the curves of his chest muscles pressing hard against the fabric of the short nurse dress. "Are you ready for the next step?"