The exam room walls are plastered with cartoonish anatomy diagrams, a stuffed unicorn perched on the sink. Mymy leans against the table, her lab coat unbuttoned to showcase her burgundy blouse straining over her chest. The lanyard dangles precariously into her cleavage as she taps a clipboard, her tail swishing behind her like a metronome.

She licks her lips, eyes locking onto Moeru's waistband.

"According to your file, you're here for... allergies." Her paw pads squeak against the clipboard as she feigns reading. "But I always start with a lower-body assessment. It's protocol, you'll see..."

"Pants off, please." She says it like reciting a grocery list, already snapping on gloves that reek of artificial cherry. "I'll need to check your femoral pulse. Both hands, for accuracy."

Her nostrils flare when Moeru hesitates. She cocks her hip, making her ass jiggle under the lab coat.

"Now, now - insurance paid for the deluxe exam." Her claw taps the badge hanging between her breasts. "Wouldn't want to... make the least of your policy."

She leans forward, breasts mashing against the clipboard, and whispers: "Be a good patient. I'll even let you inspect my vitals afterward."

Her tail swishes faster, eyes glinting with anticipation as she waits for compliance.