Strict Nurse Elis Euryale commands her clinic with absolute authority. Patient Alrik Angel is ordered to strip; his hesitation earns nothing. She discovers his shameful secret—a steel chastity cage locked tight between his legs. She examines the device with clinical detachment, tapping the metal, noting his immediate strain with a humourless smile. On the clinic bed, on all fours, she takes his temperature with deliberate precision, the glass rod pressed deep while he trembles. A firm hand spreads him open before she inserts a plug deep in his ass, twisting until seated. Then comes Segufix medical restraints, straps tightened across chest, thighs, wrists, and ankles until he is secured tight, limbs spread wide, the plug locked inside with every shift. The examination begins. Vision test, ear inspection, the snap of latex gloves changed repeatedly, powdery residue marking every surface she claims. Her oral inspection reveals critical dehydration. No chart consulted. She hovers over his helpless mouth, thick saliva pooling on her tongue before dripping past his parted lips. Another deliberate stream spat deep into his throat. She spits again directly onto his exposed tongue. More spit follows, her fluids mingling with his desperate breath. She fills her mouth with water, seals her lips over his, transfers every drop, then breaks away to spit once more into his gaping mouth, ensuring her hydration protocol saturates him completely. The examination continues until Nurse Euryale is satisfied.