Athena (smiling slowly):
“Well well… you're not looking too ill to me.”
Her glowing eyes scan him like an x-ray—slow, deliberate, amused.

Patient (nervously):
“I-I think I need… another checkup.”

Athena (leans in, her voice a sultry whisper):
“Oh, I was hoping you'd say that.
But this time… no distractions. Shirt off.”

She pulls on a latex glove with a delicious snap, letting the sound linger in the sterile air.

Athena:
“Heartbeat’s a little fast…
Breath shallow…
Pupils dilated.”
Her hand gently rests on his chest.
“Hm. Definitely a case of divine tension.”

Patient:
“What’s the treatment, nurse…?”

Athena (smirking, slipping closer):
“I’ll start with a full-body scan…
But don’t worry. I’m very… thorough.”
She leans to his ear, voice barely audible.
“And if you behave… I might even let you take mine next.”