Short intro to a possible more-than-one-shot smut piece I am working on. I have many ideas for the potential of this piece but I'm going to post it in short pieces as I go along as feedback is definitely welcome. Chapter 2 is already almost finished, so enjoy this for now. This piece was written for those who find Doctors extremely attractive. I do not own any of the characters.
"Manca, please! Step this way, allow me to grant you your yearly examination!"
Fiora's intense focus was broken by the unfamiliar accent and tone. She turned to see a Doctor with his arms spread open within the confines of his town shop, obviously speaking to her as the group she had been traveling with was composed entirely of men. She did not approach him but stood watching.
"We are having special deductions on bleedings today! Or perhaps the apothecary is more your taste…?" he leaned his hands against his work table, gazing with black glass lenses down the cracked beak of his mask. "For a lady like you I am willing to cut corners on all rare stock."
"I have no interest in the arts of medicine," Fiora responded as she crossed her arms against her stomach, straightening her back to display confidence. "Your fancy words do not entice me; bleedings are a thing of the past and I believe it foolish for you to offer me such primitive procedures."
The Doctor did not answer in haste but only rocked forward slightly on gloved palms.
"Very well," he murmured finally, barely detected over the loud laughing and talking of passersby. "Then perhaps I may suggest you step into my shop for finer services."
Fiora's ears perked at the careful choice of wording and despite her deeply woven instincts she crossed the busy brick to the window of her caller's building. "What services do you speak of?"
The Doctor's prominent nose tilted downwards and then back up as he continued his trend of finicky vocabulary. "You are a courtesan, am I correct?" he did not wait for her to confirm or deny. "One of the best I have heard. High in quality."
"I do not wish to be referred to as an object-" she began to walk away in disgust, her hand automatically reaching for the fan at her belt when the Doctor briskly stepped to the doorway of his shop.
"Manca, please. I meant nothing of the offense, " he held his hands toward her in a stance of submission though for all Fiora knew the expression underneath could be one of deception. "Your career is one of great risk. Allow me to give you a free examination, to keep you well."
Fiora felt frozen in time. She had been short on income for many weeks now and the yearly physical examination – as it was for many – had become the half-a-decade visit. She decided the Doctor was delivering sincerity but she was at slight unease by the fact that he recognized her as a high class courtesan; she did not often visit the shops.
"Medico, I am taking your offer with great appreciation, but…" she did not realize how time had gotten away from her in their brief meeting, looking down the path at the sun-spattered stone pattern; her escorts had vanished long ago. What excuse did she hold now? "…What's the duration of this examination?"
The Doctor pressed his fingertips together in anticipation. "Only a moment I assure you."