Nathalie nodded, her voice barely audible. "Sometimes… It's difficult to walk," she admitted, her cheeks flaming. "But after resting a while, it doesn't hurt as much. But I know my husband's condition… he can't control himself, so it becomes difficult for me to rest."
I gave Nathalie a mental thumbs-up for her performance. She was playing her part perfectly, her embarrassment and vulnerability making the story all the more convincing.
Anya's expression softened slightly, though her eyes remained sharp and assessing. "Mrs. Nathalie," she said, her voice gentle but firm, "if you don't mind… can I take a look at your genital area to see if there's any problem?"
Nathalie's face flushed even deeper, her eyes darting to me for a brief moment. I pretended to blush, nodding slightly to give her silent permission.
Nathalie hesitated, her voice trembling. "O-okay, Doctor," she stammered, her fingers clutching the hem of her dress.
