Mandatory Examination {Somnifera x pdragon}
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				Title: <strong>Mandatory Examination {Somnifera x pdragon}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 02:46:17</strong>
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				Two minutes behind.<br><br>Frizya rolled her eyes to the intake window and idly began to tap her teeth together inside her mouth. It was a tiny motion, just enough to feel the soft bony <em>tap, tap, tap</em> in her head. There were posters on the walls, but she ignored them. Those nationalist and pro-military posters got recycled everywhere on base. She and everyone else had memorized them, by now.<br><br>In the dead silence generated by the lack of air conditioning, she could hear the <em>tap, tap, tap</em> very clearly, and it began to fall in time with the <em>tok, tok, tok</em> of the timepiece tucked into her coat's inner chest pocket. There wasn't one on the wall. <br><br><em>They don't want you tracking how long it takes them...</em> She mused bitterly, irritated at the utter waste of time this was. She had things to <strong>do.</strong> Work things. Important things. Things she had scheduled without interruption because she had been so sure that when she appealed to have the appointment dropped, her squad overseer would have agreed she was perfectly healthy and did not need observation.<br><br>Frizya let her knees swing open as she slouched to drop her elbows onto them and rest her brow on her knuckles. All she could think about was her overseer's disinterested face. <br><br><hr><br><em>"You're either asking me to believe that you are in top form, or you're asking me to deviate from procedure for your sake. I wouldn't do that for anyone, Agypis, but considering your past infractions I won't even consider it."</em> <br><br>"Understood, Sir. Forgive me for asking."<br><br><em>"Let's chalk that up to your current psychological upset, shall we?"</em><br><br><hr><br>Three minutes behind.<br><br>It had been an issue of time, what brought her here. A crucial miscalculation in the equation of duration versus detail. To be simple, the drafts she had turned in ahead of time were botched, and the replacements took her an unusually long time to complete. All in all it was a telling deviation from her usual reliability wherein her work was concerned. The file that had arrived in the therapists office told of <em>'sudden inattentiveness, inability to complete tasks satisfactorily, irritability, languor, headaches, body aches, slow recovery from strenuous exercise, tending toward distraction'</em>. Frizya herself had no idea what the overseer had written.<br><br>She felt something like a hunger in the pit of her stomach, but no.. no it was different. It was that weird empty thing that sat like a motionless tremor in her stomach and sometimes burned into her chest. Surely it had something to do with inactivity. If she could just get back to <em>work</em> it would go away but here in this dreadful, empty room, doing <em>nothing,</em> all she could do was-<br><br>"Agypis."<br><br>At her name, Frizya sprang to her feet with an uncharacteristic quickness and came to the door, her military coat on her arm. The nurse walked ahead while the patient removed her tinted glasses, her bootfalls echoing in the bright hallway. She was ushered into a room and told to sit in wait for the doctor.<br><br>She stood. Feet apart, hands clasped, coat draped over her joined wrists. Beneath that, her thumb idly stroked and pressed under the opposite shirtcuff, pressing a leather band there. She dropped her head and stared thoughtfully at her feet as she stood against the exam table.<br><br><em>tok. tok. tok.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mandatory Examination {Somnifera x pdragon}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 23:02:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dr. Allan Fol'hein</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://static.zerochan.net/Ayamiya.Fumi.full.792858.jpg)</div></div></div><br>It would not be too long after her arrival that Frizya would hear a set of light footsteps drawing closer and closer to the room. Within a matter of moments her doctor made his way into the relatively small office, though the woman would be forgiven not to make the connection right away. After all she had been told ahead of her time that she had been appointed to a male physician, Dr. Allan Fol'hein, yet the person who casually strolled into the office, clutching clipboard in hand, was lithe of frame and incredibly fair of face, not to mention young, far younger than any expert she may have been expecting. Yes she would not be remiss to think this snow haired figure was some new female nurse rather than her wise male doctor, which made his casual greeting all the more strange, "Ah yes, Miss Agypis, a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dr. Fol'hein, though feel free to call me Allan if you'd prefer" the young man said with a smile and a curt nod, his voice fairly androgynous, but having enough..."boyishness" to it that it didn't come off as a trick for him to introduce himself as a male. As well upon closer inspection while his figure was pleasantly slender and what skin visible pale and smooth, there was a flatness to his frame that suggested he was in fact a man, though obviously far from the kind of men Frizya was used to being around. <br><br>With introductions done Allan closed the door, locking it with a sharp click, and made his way over to his desk "Alright then, I hear you've been suffering from some stress related symptoms lately yes? Go ahead and strip down please, there's a gown available if you'd prefer it..." the young physician trailed off as he plopped down into his chair, crossing one slender leg over the other, and began going over the woman's file in more detail. He didn't move to leave the room or even spin around in his chair during the woman's "changing time", being in the military he didn't imagine she'd be so bashful. Besides he was so busy reading over the woman's symptoms that he didn't bother trying to take a peak at her. <em>"sudden inattentiveness, inability to complete tasks satisfactorily, irritability, languor, headaches, body aches, slow recovery from strenuous exercise, tending toward distraction....hmmm..."</em> the boy repeated the symptoms back in his head, gently tapping a pen against the side of his clipboard in a steady rhythm.<br><br>"Yes these all seem like fairly common issues relating to stress and fatigue...so good news is we can probably already rule out anything terminal..." the boy said, letting out a small chuckle, face still buried in the clipboard as he paged through the imposing woman's other information. "Though the problem is that general stress problems like these can have any of a thousand sources really...why don't you give me a run down in your own words? I imagine these problems haven't just sprung up out of no where, but they must have worsened recently for your superiors to suddenly take notice. How have you been feeling? Is there anything off about your daily routine? A new assignment perhaps, an increase in work load? I understand being in a position of great importance things can start to wear down on you... and please, feel free to tell me anything, anything at all. I have sworn to uphold patient confidentiality, so nothing you say to help me get a better diagnosis will be used against you later" Allan asked, looking up at the woman and giving her a reassuring smile. While he was certainly young, the way he spoke and carried himself gave the impression that he did know what he was talking about. In fact amongst his peers he was considered somewhat of a prodigy. Graduating with degrees in military level medical and psychology in his early twenties, at the age of 24 he had already been called up to full time Army Physician after only a brief stint as a nursing aid, thus the outfit. In truth Frizya seemed like she was going to be one of his first true in depth patients, one who would need more specialized care than just splinting an arm or patching up a few bullet holes, and the boy was silently determined to make sure this case went well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mandatory Examination {Somnifera x pdragon}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 23:44:46</strong>
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				At the turning of the knob, Frizya's head snapped upright, her pupils shrinking as she stared at the door. The look of her single visible pinpoint pupil amidst a wild gold ring likely made her look far wilder than anyone in a starched button-up should. Then again...there was a reason certain folk always unfairly viewed Etenians as 'animalistic', an insult which had never born fruit.<br><br>Truly, there was a moment she assumed that this was a female nurse, but it was a flimsy assumption and one she only applied because he appeared human. <em>Her</em> people could look any which way, and you usually couldn't assume if they were male, female, both or none of the above until you knew the individual. Many of the austere and formidable Eternian 'men' the Dr. might have imagined wouldn't have identified themselves that way...<br><br>But that was neither here nor there.<br><br>"Dr. Folhein, then." She muttered, deliberately refusing to speak his informal name. "Thank you for seeing me." Her voice was quite resonant in her chest (and this small room), though it was somehow softer than one would expect at first glance, despite the way it it grated faintly somewhere in her throat. In these confines there was the mild, sweet smell of tobacco still clinging to her hair and coat. She tracked him, unmoving, her eyes following his movements as he settled in. This...made no sense. He looked like a scholar fresh from university. And a weak one, at that. A slow blink of her heavy-lidded eyes disguised an irritated roll, and she inhaled pensively.<br><br>The tap of his pen was irritating.<br><br>He asked her to disrobe, and her brow ticked. With as engrossed as he was in her file, the doctor might not have noticed the decided lack of disrobing noises coming from her side of the room. Frizya had slowly reached aside to drape her coat carefully over a nearby chair and begun to undo her cuffs as the diminutive little professional began to rattle off her symptoms and inquisitions. She did not respond, not directly. "What does my disrobing have to do with a psychological evaluation? I've already been given my medical prior to coming here. Surely a well-organized doctor such as yourself has access to those files..." There was something winding about the way she spoke, compliment included. Her voice held all the tonality of well-mannered pleasantry....but none of the warmth. With her head tilted down due to her height, the towering Eternian fixed Allan with what was, to her, her default stare. In reality it was a look that tended to make anyone think carefully about their responses.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mandatory Examination {Somnifera x pdragon}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>23-12-2015, 00:15:00</strong>
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				Allan merely smirked at the woman's heavy formality. Honestly he did not expect her to address him casually, most military types rarely did, and she seemed a naturally stern woman even besides that, but still he always made it a point to give options. He could feel the woman's intense gaze linger on him for a moment, similar to that of a bird of prey, and while it did cause the slightest tingle on the back of his neck the boy didn't let its how. Any time his amethyst orbs were caught within the woman's gilded gaze they portrayed only confidence and professionalism, as they should. After all even in his short time here he had seen his fair share of gruesome sights, the kinds of things soldiers saw in brief glances as they raced across the battlefield, he was made to stare at and try to reshape with his own hands for hours on end. He had become rather adept at keeping a straight face, and even besides that if he began fearing his patients he doubted he'd be any good at curing them. <br><br>The young physician did however raise a brow when the woman began questioning the need to disrobe, "well I suppose the simplest answer is that this isn't a psychological evaluation, not entirely at least. You're assignment here is primarily for physical therapy, and unfortunately while we do have records of your last check up on hand, I'm afraid any information there is too vague to provide a proper account of acute problems." the boy said, setting the clipboard down and giving her his full attention, the boy once again left unwavering beneath her looming stature and imposing gaze, "If I'm going to devise a proper therapy plan for you I'll need first hand knowledge of the problems you're having: places of tension along your body, stiffened muscles, any tenderness or soreness in acute areas, even potential problems with bone alignment. It'll require a more focused physical than the general check up you've received recently" Allan explained, trying to keep his explanation as simple and direct as possible. Long story short, the woman's prior physical didn't give him the information he needed. The medics examining her would be looking for signs of general health, and no doubt would over look the more subtle signs he planned to look for. <br><br>"Now if you'd prefer I could send for the nurses to retrieve a body suit for you, if being nude is truly too much of an issue, but again I assure you you have nothing to worry about. I'm your doctor Ms. Agypis, and I only intend to work in your best interest" he said, referring to specialized body suits made of a special mesh spandex polymer, covering the body from the neck down to the thighs. It would cling and conform to the body like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination to be honest, though for those who where more...conservative, well it was better than being completely naked he supposed. "Anyways, if you'd like we can hold that off for the moment. I'm still interested in hearing your first hand account of things" Dr. Fol'hein said, shifting the topic back to the question the woman had so readily dodged. He really could not say why though, after all she was already here for therapy, there was really no point in being difficult now. The orders made it clear that until there was a tangible relief of symptoms and increase in productivity these sessions would continue, so its not like she'd be able to get out of it just by questioning him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mandatory Examination {Somnifera x pdragon}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>23-12-2015, 01:31:44</strong>
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				Part of her had hoped that the doctor would not be able to produce a solid reason. It was a bit of cognitive dissonance, that, as she was other wise quite dedicated to logic and rationale and it made perfect sense that he would need to see how her body was working. Reasonable or no, the information didn't fix her hard expression. It was decided, then, that by his own admission the doctor was only truly concerned with her physiology as it pertained to ambulation and movement and such, so she wouldn't have to be <em>nude</em>. <br><br>"Mm." She finished undoing her cuffs and turned around as she pulled her suspenders from her shoulders and unbuttoned her shirt. Her hair, currently in a thick, meticulous braid, was a bold black line down the center of the stark white military issue garment. As Allan continued to speak, Frizya was silent, rolling her shoulder and pulling her sleeve off to reveal the well-worked muscles of her back with a tug that pulled the shirt down and then out of her high-waisted slacks. She folded her shirt up and took her time while doing so, as if he wasn't there. In reality, asshole though she was, Frizya was just focused on keeping her clothing tidy. Without her sleeves covering them, two wide leather bands could be seen at her wrists. She crouched to a squat as she began unlacing her boots.<br><br>"I'll keep it in mind, doctor." <em>ziip, zip</em>, the laces came undone and she could toe out of her boots and socks and stand again, unbuttoning her trousers. The tight, side-striped black fabric came away from her hips and seemed for a moment to <em>fight</em> to pass her considerable rear before she got the pants down to her thick, well-muscled thighs. Beneath her clothing she wore a black sports bra and matching standard-issue briefs. She turned back around, one hand around her other wrist, squeezing thoughtfully as she stared at her rings. Every little movement caused some muscle or other to twitch under her grey hide, though all of her was more 'smooth' than overly lean. Her chest was developed both muscularly and sexually, though she was certainly not 'busty', and her abdominals were a strong, well-defined path down from her chest to the smooth front of her underwear. Her thighs looked like she could have popped Allan's skull with them...easily. She had biceps to match, though they spoke more of consistent daily labor (and an overall tendency to be 'thick' bodied) than any ridiculous vanity training.<br><br>"Personally I do not think I need to be here. A penalty would have sufficed. I was required to be examined after an uncharacteristic decline in my work. I happened to tell the doctors then that I have been fatigued and a touch achy. They found that I'm not sick. I told them it might have something to do with the cold in my workshop. They didn't believe me. Now I'm here." It was all dry. Terse.<br><br>If you have any other questions I would be more than happy to answer." The words tumbled off her tongue like cast off pebbles. Heavy and aimless. She was polite again, yes, quite civil. But she hadn't made eye contact the whole time, and she sounded intensely disinterested. 
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				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>23-12-2015, 13:15:13</strong>
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				The woman finally seemed to relent to the doctor's instructions, seeming to find his explanation acceptable as she turned her back and began silently undressing. While she didn't seem particularly happy with the ordeal, he was happy she was at least being more cooperative. However as she proceeded to shed more of her meticulously maintained garments, Allan found himself blushing as more of her bare flesh came into view. It had been rather obvious to see that the woman had an impressive form and well kept figure, that was to be expected of any officer of her standing...however it wasn't until he saw first hand, without the veil of her staunch uniform, that he could appreciate what a... <em>physical specimen</em> she was. She was lean and incredibly well muscled, no doubt adding to her dangerous and opposing visage, but there was also something oddly beautiful about her body. The way her hard muscles contracted with her smoother, more feminine features. The way she projected power, yet a subtle softness as well. The way the sweet scent of tobacco that lingered on her clothing seemed to give way to a more...primal scent...the woman's musk not at all overwhelming, but just faintly teasing at his nose.<br><br>As the doctor began to get hot behind the ears he wondered if this was what girls felt like when they swooned over some beefy guy, swollen and stacked with muscle. While the woman surely wasn't so dramatic an example, the same principle definitely applied. Ofcourse being the professional he was, Allan quickly pulled himself together, not about to start fawning over one of his patients at first sight...or at the very least not about to let the woman see that he was. By the time Frizya turned back to him his face was back to normal, a small, accepting smile on his face as he gave her an appreciative nod. He decided against asking her to remove her undergarments, figuring he should probably just accept that she was being cooperative now and cross that bridge when they got to it. Though seeing how strictly she carried herself, even with certified medical personnel...well it gave him a few ideas as to what the woman's problem may be. <br><br>When she made it plain that she didn't want to be here the young physician merely smiled, running a hand along one of her smooth legs, "True that may be the simpler answer, but I don't think punishment will do much to help in this situation. After all the issue isn't behavioral, it's merely your body reacting to fatigue. Simply giving you a penalty wouldn't change that, in fact if anything it'd probably increase the amount of stress you're body is trying to cope with. This way you get the treatment you need so that you can both be more productive, and hopefully happier in the long run, that sounds more like a win win for all involved, no?" the boy said. Granted it was probably too much to expect the woman to jump aboard his line of thinking. After all their military was known for being incredibly strict, focusing on archaic discipline methods to try to get results. It had taken considerable amounts of research and data to convince the top brass that positive correction could also be an effective tool, that it would be ultimately more efficient to treat the cause of a soldier's poor performance, rather than to just punish them and expect things to magically fix themselves. "And please don't worry too much. I'm sure these sessions might seem like a bother at first, but once you start seeing the results I'm sure you'll be happy you were assigned here. There's nothing wrong with taking a little time off now and then to let your body relax. I know it may seem as though hard work is important, and it certainly is, but why work yourself to the bone in ten years when with careful self maintenance you could comfortably last three times as long?" the boy said, again trying to appeal to her more logistical side. <br><br>With that said Allan set the clipboard down on his desk and smoothly kipped up from his chair, his lithe legs surprisingly nimble for one who obviously didn't appear to be at all combat trained or physically adept. "now with that said..." the boy trailed off, slowly sliding his stark white gloves off, revealing the slender fingers beneath. "I'm going to need you to take deep breathes and try to relax as much as you can" the boy explained, slowly reaching out to touch her arm, allowing the woman a few seconds to adjust to their first contact before gently guiding her to sit down on the exam table. Then with a gentle yet skilled hand, Allan began slowly working his way across the woman's body, tracing his fingers along the contours of her muscles, firmly pressing and squeezing down on ligaments and joints, testing their strength, elasticity, and bone alignment. He began doing this for both her arms and legs, careful to avoid any areas that would be considered "inappropriate" for now, before shifting behind her to carefully inspect her neck and spine, gently feeling along each individual vertebra. "Now you say you've been feeling aches and pains, where exactly are these sensations most prevalent? Also you said you were concerned about the temperature of your workplace being a factor, can you elaborate on that? Have your symptoms been feeling particularly flu like? Have you run a high temperature at all in recent weeks?" the boy began rattling off questions again as he worked his hands back up her neck to begin feeling along her head, caressing along her temples and around the base of her horns, the shorter doctor having to stand on his toes a bit to reach her, despite the woman sitting down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mandatory Examination {Somnifera x pdragon}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Somnifera</strong> on <strong>23-12-2015, 21:00:17</strong>
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				Allan's patient carried the scent of pipe tobacco, linen starch and fire. There was something clinging to her skin that was not quite...of the flesh. It had everything to do with her home workshop. Her statuesque musculature carried enough fat on it that nowhere in her arms and legs could 'cut' striations be seen. Instead her figure was all thick, rolling shapes. An overall 'fullness' and grandness of being that made it seem somewhat odd, if anyone should think on it, that she was listed as an 'Industrial/Mobile Engineer' instead of any type of on-the-ground soldier. A bit of a waste, no?<br><br>Frizya glanced at the doctor and decided she didn't like his face. It was too young, annoyingly hopeful, and held invasive eyes. His countenance was, all in all...annoying. There was something about his earnestness that just felt bothersome, and she couldn't wait to be rid of it <em>Oh, but of course,</em> she remembered, <em>I'll be here more than just this once.</em> Just grand. Of course, while a more reasonable person would have, at that moment, thusly resigned to make these appointments go as smoothly and productively as possible so as to diminish their occurrence and get a clean bill of health sooner, Frizya was as resolute as ever in emanating a strong air of 'I hate this' every second she stayed in the room. 'A win-win for all involved'? His chipper approach grated on her nerves and she flexed her jaw while he spoke, clearly clenching her teeth in irritation. O', to be back in her little office with her drafting supplies that did not speak to or bother her at all.<br><br>"I'm on mandatory service. I won't even <em>be</em> here for thirty years." She didn't really <em>care</em> about extended career longevity- not that she had anything against the military. As far as 'self maintenance' went, Frizya considered herself rather outstanding in that sense, for she did everything expected and nothing that was unnecessary pampering. She was clean, fastidious, did not drink, did not consume sweets, and went to bed on time every evening, and nice and early every morning. She was exemplar. Obviously. Her landing here was just some unfortunate event that further reinforced her punitive stance on one of her (and humanity's) biggest flaws.<br><br>...Not that she needed to bring that up. <em>Really,</em> she convinced herself, <em>that's just coincidental.</em><br><br>Those hawklike eyes set on Dr. Fol'hein's hands with a most accusatory stare, and the moment he touched her arm, all of her seemed to lock in place. The motion started in the flex of her jaw that left the cut of her cheekbone and strength of her masseter plainly visible. She looked ahead and focused on the fact that eventually this would all be over, but the words 'don't touch me' were right on the tip of her tongue. 'Relaxing' wasn't a thing she did. Her breaths were shallow but not particularly deep as she simply withstood every inch of unwelcome exploration. Ugh, the repulsive sensation of skin against skin. He might as well have told her he intended to spit in her mouth; it was just as gross.<br><br>Her skin was grey with a faint blue tinge that was more apparent at her pointed ears, in her lips and eyelids, and the tips of her fingers. It was cool to the touch but warm just underneath, and smelled unsurprisingly very clean. She had not a scar on her save for what looked like a few old minor burns on her knuckles, and for the most part every limb Allan moved did so easily (yet not without some faint, residual awkwardness). After all, it wasn't her first physical exam. Unbeknownst to him, the patient knit her brow when he moved to her neck, though not specifically because of any pain. Just.. it was all so visceral and impossible to ignore and unwelcome. With a deep breath she re-situated her hands on her lap, gripping the band on her opposite wrist and pushing against it to give herself something to focus on. <br><br>"Nowhere in particular, it's more a feeling than a specific pain. My workplace is fine; my shop is cold when the furnace isn't on. ...I don't have a fever, so no, I wouldn't say so. But I've never had the flu.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mandatory Examination {Somnifera x pdragon}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pdragon</strong> on <strong>26-12-2015, 10:04:57</strong>
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				Allan's perceptive amethyst orbs caught the woman's clenched jaw and grating teeth. Apparently the woman found this meeting to be truly irksome, though he couldn't really imagine why, it all seemed like a fairly regular session in his mind. However not letting his acknowledgement show the boy merely gave a small chuckle and nodded at her retort. "Well military service or no, you'll be using that body of yours for decades to come, so regardless its good to make sure you're as healthy as possible" the boy said, dismissing her argument with a casual wave of his hand. The woman was healthy for sure, honestly she was as strong as an ox, and much more literally than the expression usually went, but that was all the more reason to make sure her current problem was well maintained. After all it'd be tragic to see all the work and due diligence go to waste because of a proverbial wrench getting thrown into the works. <br><br>As the boy caressed his way along the woman's body he had to bite his lip to keep from letting out a sigh. The woman's entire body was like one tense block of muscle, though it was hard to tell if it had anything to do with her chronic stress, or because she was purposeful coiling herself up like an iron spring just because he was examining her. Still, difficult as she was being, the boy couldn't help but silently admire her physique as he worked his way over it. Touching her thick muscles, feeling their gently rolling curves...well it certainly built upon the initial awe just from seeing them. He had to admit there was just a slightest hint of goosebumps on the back of his neck as he examined her, being so closely to such a powerful being that seemed to, for some reason, take such a quick disliking for him. He imagined if this had not be an ordered therapy session, touching the woman as he was now would probably earn him a swift death. <br><br>Putting those morbid thoughts aside, Allan nodded along as the woman spoke, "I see, so we can probably count out any kind of virus or sickness..." the boy mused, momentarily bringing his hand to rest on the woman's forehead. Her temp was normal, nothing out of the ordinary in her eyes or face as he quickly inspected them, well...save for the rather intense look he was receiving. "alright then..." the boy said, taking a step back from the woman. However much to the woman's chagrin the boy's examination wasn't quite over, made evident by the pair of clear plastic gloves he was slipping onto his slender hands. "I'm going to need you to stand up please..." he instructed, guiding her to an upright position, before lowering himself down to one knee directly in front of her and slowly beginning to shimmy down her briefs. <br><br>"now this might feel a little cold at first, just try to bare with it" the boy said, his face and demeanor taking on a more serious, professional look as he turned to the more "intimate" part of the physical. After all he didn't think it'd pay to be smiley and cute about handling the woman's genitals, so hopefully the more serious air would dissuade the woman from jumping to any strange conclusions or getting defensive. Allan was informed of the woman's unique physiology, and thus wasn't surprised to find a pair of slits on her pelvis, the bottom a more "traditional" Etenian vagina, whilst the one above used house her penis, the member able to freely extend and retract back inside of her, similar to that of a reptile, for lack of a better comparison. With extra careful hands Dr. Fol'hein looked the woman over, first doing a quick test of the outer vulva and lips, making sure nothing was out of the ordinary there, before slowly sliding a finger inside of her, his invading digit shifting to trace along the left and right walls of her sex before finding a shallow mound on either side, indicating where her internal testes were. <br><br>However as he palpated the woman's sex organs, he rose a concerned brow. While he wasn't specialized in reproductive biology by any stretch of the imagination, he knew enough to know that her testes seemed to be very tight and swollen, putting more pressure and making a larger indentation on the woman's vaginal walls than he anticipated. Granted Frizya was obviously a special case, but compared to a normal Etenian's testes hers were considerably strained and engorged. Not only that but the muscles in and around her pelvis seemed to be particularly tight and strained in general compared to the rest of her body "hmmm..." the purple eyed doctor hummed as he gently withdrew himself from the woman and quickly peeled off his gloves, motioning that the woman could pull her underwear back up. "Ms. Agypis...this is...an admittedly personal question, but are you...regularly sexually active? When exactly is the last time you've had sexual release? Even if it was just masturbation..." Allan asked, bringing a hand to his mouth as he appeared deep in thought, the gears beginning to turn behind his eyes. Could it be possible that...well no, surely a woman of such a grand stature as her must have no problem...well...that certainly would explain a few things though...
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