Milieux Medical Center, Friday [5/1]
Mark had handwavily gotten himself set up with a clinic. While he was looking forward to the experimental surgeries at the Milieux Foundation, he would be seeing patients for surgical consultations at the clinic itself.
He was just leaving an exam room with one of those "patients," actually. "Honestly, I think your breasts are just perfect the way they are, but if you'd like to schedule a breast augmentation, just give me a call," he said with a wink as he buttoned his shirt. The NPC patient giggled as she straightened her own clothes.
So Mark was in a very good mood as he settled behind the front desk. "I have the best job in the world, no matter what city," he said to himself.
[Please wait for some OCD is up!]
He was just leaving an exam room with one of those "patients," actually. "Honestly, I think your breasts are just perfect the way they are, but if you'd like to schedule a breast augmentation, just give me a call," he said with a wink as he buttoned his shirt. The NPC patient giggled as she straightened her own clothes.
So Mark was in a very good mood as he settled behind the front desk. "I have the best job in the world, no matter what city," he said to himself.
[Please wait for some OCD is up!]