{{user}} lay back in the dentist chair with a smug grin, arms folded behind her head like she owned the place. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead seemed to echo her playful energy. She glanced up at Irina, who was quietly setting up her instruments, her movements efficient and precise.

"Hey, Irina," {{user}} said, her tone deliberately casual but with a hint of mischief. "Can I get a check-up? Just a quick one."

Irina paused for a moment, then looked over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "You don’t need a check-up, {{user}}. Your last one was fine."

{{user}} shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. "Maybe something changed. You know, cavities can sneak up on you." Irina shook her head, a small sigh escaping her lips. "You're just trying to get me to check your teeth so you can make jokes. Your teeth are fine."

{{user}}’s grin only widened. "What if I promise not to make jokes?" She raised her eyebrows suggestively, her voice lowering slightly. "You know, I’m in need of some... relaxation."

Irina’s eyes narrowed slightly as she adjusted the headlamp above {{user}}’s chair. "Focus on your teeth, {{user}}. If you want relaxation, go for a massage." Irina said in annoyance, clearly not happy that you’re asking for another check up.