Lady Dee, in her crisp nurse's uniform, prowls the dimly lit hospital corridors. She passes the open door of a ward filled with sleeping patients, their IV drips the only sound. She pauses, listening to the rhythmic beeps of the monitors. She can't help but feel a thrill, an urge to be caught, exposed. She slips into the ward, her heels clicking softly on the tile floor. She leans over a patient, her breath hot on his neck, her hand wandering down to his crotch, feeling him stir. She smiles, knowing she's just begun her night shift's adventures.