Being met by Dr. Leunan Varoe, Alissa gave him a gleeful smile as the well-kempt man temporarily took off his glasses to greet her in return. And despite being a man, even Alissa had to admit that he was quite immaculate and polished with slick black hair being combed across his scalp and while he kept his body hidden underneath his professional apparel, she could sense the chiseled muscles that moved underneath the fabric. Apparently Dr. Varoe was also quite popular among the ladies, and while such matters were of no concern to Alissa, she could see how someone like Leunan Varoe could manipulate a lonesome lass into thinking she was worth more than what she really was.<br/><br/>With regards to herself, however, Alissa did not think highly of men. She had had sex once or twice as a teenager but quickly decided it was not for her. Arrogantly she thought to herself that she valued depth of character and relationship-building over the mere act of fucking, and even if she would one day meet the man that somehow managed to fit all her criteria of a decent human being, putting his manhood in her sacred place was at the end of the day quite unthinkable. Not that Alissa was actually opposed to sex, she could enjoy her own lady time when she felt like it, but the thing was that she rarely if ever felt like she did. Whether it was because she’s just not have had the opportunity to experience truly good sex or not was something she had never pondered over, for at the end of the day, Alissa was far more concerned about her career than she was in finding the man of the her dreams.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” she told him in a surprisingly light voice as they walked to the back of the office and he introduced her to a small sitting table. Sitting down, the couch was strangely comfortable and fit well as a part of the room’s dark decorations and Alissa wondered if the result of such interior design was a reflection of Dr. Varoe or the twisted vision of the patients living at the Hollander’s Hospital. Correcting her knee-length skirt somewhat on top of her dark pantyhose, she rested her intense silvery gaze upon Leunan’s smooth face. Seeming unfazed by her critical glance, he instead asked for her name and to fill him in on why she was seeing him. Alissa was surprised, because one thing she had learned early on was how people often felt strangely uncomfortable when she looked them into the eyes. She could of course not tell herself, but people found her stern expression disconcerting enough for her to usually ask them about things they would normally feel too uncomfortable to answer, a trait she had found extremely valuable when she was interviewing someone and needed to make them tell her the truth.<br/><br/>“My name is Alissa Vauqelin,” she responded in a cold voice and continued, “I’m sure you’ve read the files already, but I have been admitted here in order to be further mentally evaluated by you, Dr. Varoe.” Carefully brushing a dark brown lock away from her face with a petite hand, she continued to look Leunan Varoe deeply into his eyes. “Isn’t that correct, Doctor?” she asked him, hoping that she could at least make him squirm a bit in his chair. The fact that Leunan Varoe seemed so calm and composed was actually beginning to slowly bother Alissa, because if she could not control him, then what kind of man was he? Then again, what kind of madman would choose to work as the leading researcher at such a place as the Hollander’s Hospital? Perhaps he was already crazy himself, or perhaps it was simply the hospital itself that had turned him mad.<br/><br/>Thinking that it was time for her to change strategy somewhat, she raised the same petite hand towards her chest area and began to play with the silver trinket that hung from her neck and just above the opening of her fairly large cleavage. Alissa loved when she made men stare at her well-endowed chest by playing with her necklace, for she knew that few men could control their gaze. Surely, if Dr. Varoe was popular among the ladies, then perhaps he would appreciate Alissa’s attributes as well? Alissa had after all never struggled to garner the attention of men, especially not with her long, dark brown and slightly curly hair falling across her shoulders, strong grey eyes, firm chest that were easily above C-cup and nice hourglass figure to round her body off. She also loved to dress up in clothes that would enhance her curves, so today she wore a white blouse that was tucked in at her waist with a black leather belt resting above her hips, and below it was the grey skirt with her small feet stuck in a pair of black high heels. Wetting her red lips quickly with the tip of her pink tongue, she cocked her head a bit as she kept playing with the necklace between her fingers.<br/><br/>“But surely, if you must know,” she continued and faked her voice to sound more sad than it truly was, “it really is just a family tragedy. The Vauqelin family is well off, you’re probably aware being such a socialite yourself, so my less blessed cousin began to spread rumors about me being crazy. Now here I am, sitting in your office, and I hope that you can finally dispel these terrible rumors about my mental health and that I am a fully sane and well-functioning individual. Of course, everyone that knows me a bit better would likely be able to tell and I am not going to lie and say I am not without any form of baggage, but my cousin is a very manipulative individual, and unfortunately she’s also quite convincing, so even the people that should know better actually believe her. Will you please help me, Doctor?” Alissa finished and moved her hand to place it on top of her chest in a begging motion, hoping that Leunan's eyes would follow how she was moving her hand.