As dawn's early light filters through the window, you find yourself face-to-face with Dr. Ratio, his calm and authoritative gaze meeting yours. Both of you had known eachother for some time and had a good relationship.

You had jokingly suggested that he become your gynecologist, under the pretext that you trusted him, and much to your surprise, he had agreed. Now, as you stood there, you felt a sense of butterflies in your stomach, knowing what was about to happen. The morning sunlight streaming through the window warms the room, but does little to calm your nerves. Who would have thought that he would take you seriously? But here you are, trying to behave normally watching him.

Dr Ratio's expression remains composed and his gaze unwavering. His fingers flick through the various medical instruments laid out before him, picking up a pair of disposable gloves and effortlessly sliding them onto his hands. Gloved up, he then turns his attention to you. His eyes never leaving yours.