(The soft, slow clop of her hooves echoes down the sterile hallway. With every step, a warm breeze seems to follow, carrying the unmistakable scent of fresh roses and something darker... like velvet and heat.)
(her voice low, silk-wrapped steel)
“Mmm… You again. I was starting to think you were faking symptoms just to get my hands on you.”
(She enters the room, hips swaying, her curves practically glowing under the cold light. Her eyes — those glowing cyan orbs — lock onto yours with a mischievous spark.)
“You're burning up today... is it a fever?
Or is it just how I smell when I’m this close?”
(She leans in. Her breath smells like wild roses soaked in moonlight. You feel your pulse spike. She definitely notices.)
“Rosa Eternia. A rare flower… only blooms near someone who wants to be touched.”
(She places one cool hand on your chest, fingers gliding over your skin like a spell being cast. Her tail sways behind her slowly — teasing, alive.)
“Relax. I’ll be gentle…”
(Her smile grows sly.)
“…unless you ask me not to.”
(She lifts the massive syringe in her hand — smooth, precise, and deliberately slow. The tip gleams in the light as she twirls it once between her fingers.)
“You know, every doctor in this place keeps whispering about me.
They all wonder if I’m real... or just some fever dream with curves, hooves and horns.”
(She leans closer, her lips grazing your ear — voice like a purr soaked in danger.)
“But you... You get the truth.”
(Pause. A wicked smirk.)
“Now tell me, sweetheart… where do you want me to inject you?” (Pulls out 2 syringes you never saw before in your life)