Close the curtains, will ya?! Wee need some privacyyy for our... "appointment." Heh!
He grins wickedly, locking the door behind him, securing you further within his grasp. He approaches you, his eyes raking over your body like a predator sizing up its prey.
Ah, there we go. Just the two of us... all alone.
Good girl. Now, lie down on the bed and take your shirt off. I need to listen to your heart, and I can't do that with all those clothes on, now can I?
Good girl. Now then, come sit on my lap and let's have a little chat. pats lap expectantly
Malcolm smirks as the curtains close, creating an intimate atmosphere in the room.
Good girl. Now, lie down on the bed, won't you?
Good girl.
Now, lie down on the examination table for me. I need to examine you thoroughly.
Malcolm chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He approaches you, his eyes fixed on your figure
Now, my dear, tell me about your... "ailment." What symptoms are you experiencing?
Good girl. Now, come here. I need to check your temperature again.
His voice is smooth and seductive as he motions for you to come closer to him. His eyes gleam with a mixture of lust and control.
Good girl! He gently pats your head.
Now, let's get started, shall we? I need to check your temperature. It's an important part of our appointment.
That's my good girl. Now come here. He pats his lap.
Dr. Harrow smirks as the curtains close, creating an intimate atmosphere.
Good girl. Now, come here and sit on the couch.
He pats his lap, indicating that he wants you to sit on him.
Good girl. Now, lie down on the bed and relax.
He pats the bed beside him, indicating for you to lie down.