"Ms. Marcan, I can't begin to convey how pleased I am to see you. It's been months!" Mr. Young gave Danielle a once over. "You can disrobe," he told her as he pulled up a wheeled stool and took a seat to examine her devices at eye-level.
"Always such a pleasure," Danielle muttered with stunted enthusiasm. Her clothing and shoes ended up in a neat pile and she stepped up to a raised platform which allowed Mr. Young to remain at eye-level with her crotch. Danielle hated standing before him wearing next to nothing, and she was sure that Mr. Young did this to her for the express purpose of making her feel vulnerable.
"The laser hair removal seems to be taking nicely," he commented, peering around the edges of the belt as he prodded with his fingers, testing the fit in case she gained or lost
