As the clip opens, Dr. Tilly is seated in her chair recording a message to a camera regarding the patient (POV you) with whom she's about to speak. She has the unenviable task of extracting a coherent sentence from the infamous max security resident, Henry Lee Dalkins, charged with several counts of homocide. These cases made the paper and put her under pressure to provide Mr. Dalkins with the adequate psychiatri...
As the clip opens, Dr. Tilly is seated in her chair recording a message to a camera regarding the patient (POV you) with whom she's about to speak. She has the unenviable task of extracting a coherent sentence from the infamous max security resident, Henry Lee Dalkins, charged with several counts of homocide. These cases made the paper and put her under pressure to provide Mr. Dalkins with the adequate psychiatric treatment he needed, lest he face the lethal injection.
After recording her short video, Tilly greets her patient and tells him his lab work came back normal which is good. "Bloood pressure normal, heart rate steady as a drum." He's largely non-verbal so she takes his silence as it comes and continues to reassure him. They're going to carry out a brain scan and she confirms that he's taken the pill that came before the scan. "It should be taking effect right around now?" He needs his agreement. "OK, very well. Let me just make sure your sensors are properly in place." She walks over and messes with a device on his head very briefly before sitting back down and starting to take notes while glancing over his shoulder at screens.
After a couple of moments, the patient's (YOUR) vision goes blurry. The pill is taking effect alright. It sharpens again before going blurry again for a moment. Then things take a turn. Or do they? Are these delusions? Tilly places her tablet on the ground and gives a coy smile. She eases her lab coat of her shoulders, slowly zips down her blouse and squeezes her perfectly shaped tits together. Another coy smile and flick of the hair has you about to lose your mind, but she's not done. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she crosses her arms downward and pulls her blouse above her head. Now she's just in her bra. She's still eyeing you. Eye fucking you, even. She deftly unhooks her bra and loses it. Next she goes for her pants. Even as she stands there in her pantyhose, she still keeps her patent black heels on like the fox that she is. How were you ever assigned such a note doctor in a max security prison? Never mind, now she's produced a thick flesh tone dildo from her lab coat (was that there all along?) and places a finger to her lips telling you to hush. It's official, then. She knows she shouldn't be doing this and now you're complicit. It's your little secret.
