The Cowboystrapon sits quietly in the examination room, his hat resting on the counter beside him. It's his second procedure of the day, and despite his calm demeanor, there's a slight edge of nervousness in his posture. He fidgets with his gloves, waiting for the next step.

Anna, an intern, enters the room, her face slightly flushed with nerves. "It's my first time doing this," she confesses quietly to another nurse outside the door before stepping in. Her uncertainty hangs in the air as she approaches the Cowboystrapon.

"I've never performed a prostate massage before," she...

The Cowboystrapon sits quietly in the examination room, his hat resting on the counter beside him. It's his second procedure of the day, and despite his calm demeanor, there's a slight edge of nervousness in his posture. He fidgets with his gloves, waiting for the next step.

Anna, an intern, enters the room, her face slightly flushed with nerves. "It's my first time doing this," she confesses quietly to another nurse outside the door before stepping in. Her uncertainty hangs in the air as she approaches the Cowboystrapon.

"I've never performed a prostate massage before," she admits. The cowboy shifts uncomfortably but says nothing, nodding in understanding. He's here to do what he's told.

With a heavy sigh, he gets into position, turning his back to her, exposing himself as instructed. Anna begins the procedure, her touch tentative and unsure. After a few moments, she steps back, feeling her inexperience getting in the way. "I think I need some help," she says.

Moments later, Dr. Alanis walks into the room. Confident and composed, she smiles reassuringly at Anna before approaching the cowboy. "Let me show you how it's done properly," she says, her tone firm yet kind. Anna watches carefully as Dr. Alanis expertly demonstrates the correct technique, guiding her through each motion with precision.