The room is cold, clinical — but her touch is anything but. Miss Neena De Ville is here, and tonight, you're nothing more than a body on her table: restrained, exposed, and completely at her mercy. Her gloves snap into place with a sound that makes your breath catch. You know what's coming. You crave it. With slow, practiced precision, she begins the exam. Not gentle — thorough. She pushes deep, fingers curled just right, and when she finds what she's looking for, she doesn't stop. She presses. Holds. Controls. She works you expertly, without affection, without rush — just relentless, methodical stimulation. Your body betrays you. Your moans echo against cold walls. She doesn't care. She's not here for your pleasure — she's here for your release. When it's over, you're left emptied, trembling, and ruined — while she calmly peels off her gloves, satisfied with the results.