In a dimly lit, makeshift clinic, Polly lies bound, her body a canvas of desire and anticipation. Mr. Gynman, his eyes hidden behind reflective glasses, approaches with an array of medical tools. He runs a gloved hand up Polly's thigh, making her gasp. He leans in, his breath hot on her ear, "Relax, my dear. This is going to be a thorough examination." He trails the cold metal of a speculum along her slit, making her shiver. He inserts it, and Polly moans, her hips bucking as he stretches her, preparing her for his expert touch.