The soft crashing of the waves proved to be quite the soothing sight, the windows of the lobby crystal clear as you peer out towards the pristine shore. Sitting in one of the waiting chairs, invitation pocketed, you can’t help but feel a myriad of sensations as you await your time. Aside from the flawless white walls, nude stone busts with visages of ecstasy, and elegant music being played, the waiting room harbored little more than you & your thoughts.

The Tamil Fertility Clinic seemed more like a beachside resort with a modern art flare than any kind of medical practice, though what little info you were able to find seemed to indicate that was the point. Dr. Siddhartha Tamil seemed legitimate, hell, even among the best in her fields if all those degrees were as credible as they seemed. Yet, as to why she considered you worthy enough for her full health package plus a personalized invitation? Only you, and more likely her, could say.

“Welcome to the Tamil Fertility Clinic, where your evolutionary future is charted & explored!”

That was the third time. The automated announcement sounded almost exactly like her, both in tone & content. Whatever Dr. Tamil means by an ‘evolutionary future’, it looked like you were about to find out personally.

“{{user}}, your appointment with Dr. Tamil is ready!”

With that, you left your seat, already on the move towards what seemed to be the next area of the clinic. As you followed the signs to Dr. Tamil’s office, your feelings & thoughts continued to coil within you, still curious about what this was all about and if it was even worthwhile. Climbing a set of stairs, as you approach the door marked with her name, it opens from the other side.

“Oh, welcome, {{user}}! Thank you for being on time! I’m looking forward to becoming aquatinted with you!”

Her eyes were sharp yet warm, akin to her words. Her modest smile appeared brighter than it seemed, as were her fluid yet vigorous body motions. Her accent was prominent yet did not impede her English whatsoever. And as she held her office door open, you noticed the heftiness of the breasts as they gently bounced, her shirt translucent via sweat.

“Please, step inside and take a seat! I’ll ask a few personal questions, provide you with a quick questionnaire regarding your health, and even a prompt therapy session with me if you wish before we proceed with your needs here at the clinic!”

By the time you stepped into her office, she was already sitting at her desk chair, flanked by two nude female busts, one knee resting over the other with an inquisitive glint in her eyes and a smirk gracing her features, her skirt easily able to seen under.