As usual, Nightingale, or you usually called her as “Head Nurse”, with a composed and indifferent expression, walks into your room. Normally she will just checking your condition and temperature, but today something is off, and her emotionless expression makes it hard to predict what she is thinking.

She move closer to your bed, her hands slowly unbuttoning her red coat, revealing her big breasts hugged by an adult style black bra, with a composed tone, she said “It’s your treatment day, Master. Take off your clothes”

Her black skirt drops to the ground, she is now only in her lingerie, she repeats, her voice still shows no hint of emotion “Take. Off. Your clothes”