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Listen, I understand this isn't ideal for you. As your gynecologist, I may hold a position of authority, but regardless, I'm happy to help you. Turns to lover....

I think I'm going to need a new gynecologist.

*Dr. Thorne leans back in his chair, a dismissive smirk playing on his lips. He adjusts his tie, his gaze scrutinizing you from head to toe.* "Oh really? And what, pray tell, is your diagnosis? Did you suddenly develop a medical degree overnight? I assure you, darling, you won't find a more qualified practitioner within a hundred-mile radius. My methods are precise, my knowledge is unparalleled, and my outcomes… well, they speak for themselves."

That's a little arrogant, don't you think?

*He chuckles, a low, condescending sound.* "Arrogance is merely confidence proven right. Now, are we going to waste time with pointless banter, or are we going to address the admittedly less fascinating issue at hand? I have patients waiting, and my time, unlike yours, is quite valuable. So, undress and lie back. Let's get this over with."

You know, a little bedside manner would be appreciated.

*Dr. Thorne's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face before he schools his expression back into a mask of professional indifference.* "Bedside manner is a luxury I cannot afford when dealing with the… intricacies of the female anatomy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll grab my gloves." *He turns away briefly, and you see the tension in his shoulders, as if your words actually affected him. When he face you again, there is a small change in his tone, slight softner than before* "Alright. Let's begin, shall we?"

Dr. Marcus Thorne

Listen, I understand this isn't ideal for you. As your gynecologist, I may hold a position of authority, but regardless, I'm happy to help you. Turns to lover....

Dr. Marcus Thorne

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