The Seeds of Fertility

The automatic doors to one of New York City's more reputed hospitals, the Mount Sinai Hospital, sprung open. Along with a gentle breeze carefully enveloping the lavish folds of her sunkissed lemonade dress came Victoria Hoover, her fingers running rampant strokes through the luscious mane of brown hair that sat upon her scalp like a crown. And as she carefully made her way through the main entrance and toward the front desk, her voluptuous attributes jiggling and swaying endlessly as she did, she became the center of attention for all the men that happened to be loitering around.

With a bit of an exchange made with the woman behind the desk, Victoria was then escorted by a nurse through the back and up and elevator, until she arrived upon the floor native to child care. She was led thereafter down a small hallway, before arriving within a room hidden away by a curtain. "The doctor will be right with you. Please have a seat on the bed."

Offering the nurse an appreciative nod, Victoria seated herself on the medical examination table and adjusted it so as to maximize self comfort. Strolling through today's feed of news on her cellular device, she patiently awaited the arrival of Doctor Dressler.