Graceful fingers flowed through mahogany hair taming it beneath a decorative clip adorned with strange celtic symbols. As her arms contorted this way and that in the womanly ritual, the thin black power fashion dress stretching tightly over a proud chest revealing far more than it hid. With that chore complete Karen slid into sheer, white, polyurethane gloves with a attention catching snap as it fitted about her wrist. Several incomprehensible and some familiar items were gathered on a wheeled steel tray that the doctor positioned next to the table.
Turning her back to her implements the doctor intentionally kept herself between them and the slayer's eyeline. A truly, deeply, purely wicked smile curved and spread pink lips, flashing white teeth with slightly pointed canines. "We'll git ta tha'," a slow, cat like purr informed the slayer. "Fer now how 'bout yu puttin' tha' lil bubble butt right up here." One tapped the table next to her. Karen patiently waited for her subject take up the proper position before continuing.