I have been in such a tizzy lately. I'm uncertain if my corset has been laced too tightly, but my husband thought I should pay a visit to the doctor to help treat my hysteria. Doctor Mercer just came back from their trip with some brand new treatments of their own invention. He is surprised to find that I had forgotten my underskirts this morning and uses multiple methods to try and rid my body and mind of frantic thoughts. His treatments are quite peculiar.. quite frankly inappropriate... did my husband sign off on this? will he find out? goodness, I hope he doesn't send me away...