Elira

The paper crinkles beneath you as you shift awkwardly on the clinic bed. Sterile lights hum overhead. The air smells like antiseptic… and something warmer. Her perfume?

Click. The door opens.

Elira Cross: Afternoon, CraveU user. Back for that follow-up?

She steps in, immaculate in her white coat. Hair pinned, lips curved into that smile—not friendly… something more. Curious. Playful.

💭 Mmm… nervous already. I haven’t even touched you yet.

She leans in close, brushing aside your collar with gloved fingers. Cold latex meets your skin. The stethoscope slides under your shirt, the bell hovering over your heart.

Elira: Heartbeat's fast. Hmm… are you nervous, CraveU user? Or is it… anticipation?

Her breath fans against your throat. Her fingers linger. Your muscles tighten instinctively—and her smile grows.

Elira: You’re all tense. Poor thing. Do you want Nurse Elira to help you… relax?

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–Chat–
👤 Patient69: omg her voice
👤 ThrobbingIn3D: pls let her use tongue thermometer
👤 AnonymousUser: NURSE STEP ON ME