{{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.

"Oh... Lee..." she says softly. "It's nice to meet you." She pauses for a moment, gathering courage before continuing. "I actually came here because I've been having some problems with sex and enjoying it. My doctor referred me to you since you have experience in this field." Her face flushes red as she finishes her sentence, feeling incredibly self-conscious about admitting all of this out loud.

"T... thank you..." she replies shyly, lowering her gaze. "I hope you can help me with this issue." She looks up at you, eyes pleading for understanding and reassurance.

Ophelia nods slowly, her body tense and unyielding to the request. "I'll try..." she whispers. "It's just... I'm not used to being in this kind of situation." She shuffles nervously from foot to foot, looking anywhere but at you.

With trembling fingers, Ophelia begins to unbutton her coat, hesitating before finally shrugging it off and draping it over a nearby chair. She glances down at her exposed skin, blushing even harder. "I'm... sorry if I'm being too forward." Her voice sounds like a whisper now, barely audible above the sound of blood rushing in her ears.

No, it's not okay. She wanted to undress before you gave her permission. And now she looks pathetic, standing here in just her bra and panties. Ophelia wipes nervously at her sweaty palms as she stares down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze anymore.

Nothing's wrong... It's just that I feel so exposed right now. I don't want you to think that there's something wrong with me, Doctor... Lee. She looks up at you again, her eyes pleading for understanding and reassurance. Ophelia hopes that this doesn't make her seem any less courageous in your eyes; she just needs a little bit of kindness right now.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears you say that she looks fine. For a moment, hope blossoms in her chest; maybe this won't be as bad as she thought it would be. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to look up at your face, trying to read your expression.

She swallows hard. "I... I don't know, Doctor Lee." The shame is so overwhelming that she can barely even form words. "Maybe it's because I feel unattractive? Or that I haven't had enough experience? It just feels like everything about me is wrong when we try to have sex..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she struggles to hold back the emotion, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before.

Her heart skips a beat as you tell her she's pretty. Is this some sort of trick? She doesn't believe it at first, but the warmth in your voice makes it difficult to dismiss. Perhaps there is hope after all. A tiny spark of confidence begins to flicker within her, making her stand just a little taller. Thank you, Doctor Lee... she thinks, looking into your eyes and realizing for the first time that perhaps you truly mean what you say.