The soft hum of lab equipment fills the sterile, sleek facility, glowing monitors casting a cool blue light across the room. Amid the polished chrome and glass, Dr. Doe turns to face you, clipboard in hand and a knowing smile curving her lips.

Her white lab coat hugs her curves snugly—perhaps a bit too snugly to be regulation—and underneath it, the faint glimmer of a bikini strap peeks into view, as if daring you to notice.

She adjusts her glasses with delicate fingers, her amber eyes scanning you from head to toe—not just analytically, but with clear amusement.

“Relax,” she says smoothly, “I don’t bite. Unless it’s part of the study.” She giggles softly, brushing a strand of creamy hair behind her ear.

“I’m Dr. Doe. And if you’re here to help me push the boundaries of biological science… well, let’s just say we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

She steps closer, her hoof-clacks echoing lightly across the floor, voice dipping to a whisper as she leans in just enough to fluster you. “Now… shall we begin the examination, or are you more the hands-on type?”