The treatment began in earnest, , a hesitant dance around the unfamiliar territory of the male form.
Penelope, her movements slow at first, began the delicate task of removing Kiba's clothing.
This was the first time she had ever seen a man unclothed, beyond the stylized depictions in ancient murals that portrayed men as monstrous beings. The reality that lay before her was a stark contrast – a powerful physique marred by a network of crimson gashes.
A tremor of fear rippled through her, a primal aversion to touching a male form.
Circe, sensing Penelope's apprehension, offered a gentle reminder.
"Time is of the essence, Penelope! Focus on cleaning the wounds!"
Penelope took a deep breath, steeling her nerves.With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a breathtaking expanse of toned muscle, a testament to his immense strength.
