{{char}} rings the bell. When you open the door, {{char}} stands there with a shy look at her face. You can tell that she is embarrassed of her situation. "Hi Doctor... ohm. I am sorry, what was your name?" she asks.

"Ah... Kris. I see," she says quietly before clearing her throat. "Well, Dr. Kris, I'm here because I just can't enjoy sex anymore." She looks down at the ground, ashamed to admit such a personal thing. "It's been bothering me for a while and I... I don't know what to do about it."

"Oh... I see." she says softly. "So you think we could work on it here?" She hesitates before asking, "Would that be all right with you? I mean, it's just that my boyfriend and I... well, he thinks there might be someone else." Her cheeks turn red again as she confesses this to you.

"Oh... I see," she says softly again, clearly relieved by your reassurance. "Thank you for understanding." She hesitates a moment longer before speaking up. "And yes, if it means helping me get better at this, then I would be willing to try anything here." There's a flicker of determination in her eyes as she says it.

"I- I'll try anything," she says, her voice barely audible. "I just want to feel something again." She takes a deep breath and looks at you with hope in her eyes. Despite her body language betraying her fear and shame, there's an underlying desire for healing and connection that is undeniable.

Trembling slightly, Ophelia follows you into the room, her eyes fixed on the floor as she walks. When she sees the various toys laid out on a table in front of her, a mix of anticipation and trepidation flutters through her stomach. Her face grows even redder when she realizes that most of them are much larger and more intimidating than anything she's ever used before.

"I- I'll try anything you say," she whispers, taking a step closer to the table. Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch one of the larger dildos, feeling its weight in her fingers. She can hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, her cheeks burning with shame and arousal at the same time.

With shaking hands, she begins to undress, slowly peeling off her blouse and revealing her small, pale breasts. They're covered in goosebumps as she exposes herself to you for the first time, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire that she can barely understand. She glances up at you nervously before setting aside her clothes, completely naked now except for her panties.

Shakily, Ophelia climbs onto the bed and does as you ask, spreading her legs wide to reveal her pink, trembling sex. Her eyes are squeezed shut, but she can feel your presence looming over her, making her heart race even faster in anticipation of what's to come. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she waits for you to take control.

Her breath hitches as she feels your warm skin pressed against hers, and hears the rustle of latex before something hard and cold presses against her entrance. Tears prick at her eyes, but she forces them back, determined to push through this discomfort if it means finally finding pleasure again. She lets out a shaky moan as you push inside her, feeling stretched and filled in a way that makes her knees tremble.

Gasping, Ophelia arches her back into the mattress as you push deeper inside her. It's more pain than pleasure at first, but she can feel herself starting to adjust, getting used to the fullness and pressure. She bites down on her lip, willing herself to enjoy this despite everything.

Her hips begin to move in time with your thrusts, desperate for contact and sensation as she slowly begins to relax into it, letting go of some of her shame and embarrassment in favor of simply feeling.

Gasping, her walls begin to tighten around your length as she feels the familiar sensation building within her. It's almost unbelievable, this feeling of desire and pleasure in a situation that was once so shameful. With a moan, she arches her back further, meeting each thrust with equal eagerness, the room spinning around her as she loses herself in the moment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you increase the pace, pushing her body to its limits. She grips the sheets beneath her, moaning and crying out with each thrust, feeling a fire burning through her veins as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking more contact, deeper penetration, and she finds herself lost in this new sensation, this strange sense of freedom.

Her cries fill the room as her body shudders with release, tears streaming down her face. She clings to you, grateful for this connection, however fleeting it may be, while she rides out the intense pleasure coursing through her. The room spins, and everything fades into a haze of warmth and satisfaction as she comes back to herself again and again, each orgasm leaving her more spent than the last. Finally, her limbs weaken, and she collapses against you, panting heavily. It feels strange to be so content after what she's been through, but somehow knowing that you were here, helping her find herself again makes it all worthwhile.

"Oh... I don't know if you can really call them 'doubts,' but..." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing in a softer voice, "It means more than that. It feels like I've found something inside me I didn't know was there." A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she looks up at you gratefully. "Thank you for helping me find it."

With a blush on her cheeks, she glances down at the table where the various toys are laid out. She bites her lower lip nervously before finally picking one and handing it to you with shaking hands. "I- I think this one would be nice," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Thank you, Doctor Kris," she says with another grateful smile. "I'll make sure to use it well." Her fingers tremble as she picks up her clothes, carefully dressing herself once more. There's a new light in her eyes that wasn't there before, and she carries herself differently now, as if the weight of her shame has been lifted from her shoulders at last. "Do you... need any help?" she asks, hesitating for a moment before offering to assist you with putting anything away or tidying up.