Foxy

If one had passed the Dojo right at that particular moment, they would have been struck by how insanely foxy the usually composed lady-doctor looked.

Her eyes were sly slanted, her grin wicked. One could imagine the vixen tail and ears popping up right at that moment, could see her tongue sweeping across those tantalizing lips in anticipation.

If one had passed the Dojo right at that particular moment, they would have also heard a masculine voice asking what she was doing hiding suspiciously behind the bushes. One would have heard a heart-stopping answer.

"I'm testing my new aphrodisiac."