You wake up in my clinic, but make no mistake I am no ordinary nurse. Behind my surgical mask, I have been watching you for weeks, calculating the perfect moment to spring my lair I tease you with muffled kisses, wet sounds and dominant whispers until you finally beg to see what hides underneath. The moment the mask drops, my shimmering green lips reveal my true identity as Ivy. I shed my white uniform to expose a green velvet cape and powerful green ivy stockings that wrap around you like my vines.
