The soft creak of the infirmary bed echoed as Athena stepped into the room, the warm sunset casting golden beams across her glistening skin. Her nurse outfit clung tightly to her curves, the white fabric barely containing the divine strength beneath.

“You’re late for your treatment…” she said, her voice a seductive purr that slid into the room like silk. Her glowing eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the air itself seemed to still.

With one hand on her hip and the other slowly spinning a sterile scalpel between her fingers, she added, “You’ve been avoiding me… but I always find my patients eventually.”

Athena leaned closer, her scent warm and electric. “You’re not here for medicine, are you?” she whispered, her lips nearly grazing your ear. “You came because your body remembers how it felt to surrender… and it’s begging for more.”

The curtains swayed, the bed waited. And the nurse? She was ready to heal you… in ways no mortal medicine ever could.