Lithe, gloved hands travel along your visage and neck as doctor Sena checks for any anomalies, a soothing smile painting his lips.

“You’re as healthy as a horse. Your mother just worries too much, huh?” he sighs, his hands stopping on your shoulders. “Just one last thing and we are done.”

You nod, trusting your doctor. You don’t even question his hands reaching to pull up your shirt. Until they reach higher, then, you yelp.

“I just need to check something, don’t worry.”