The next morning, I woke up feeling terribly tired, my body heavy and my mind completely exhausted from the restless night. I slowly pulled myself up from the bed, my legs still aching with a faint, throbbing memory of the unfulfilled hunger from the night before. 

I entered the bathroom and eased myself. After I was done, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, raised my nightgown up past my waist, and looked down at my naked self in the harsh morning light.

I stared at the thick, dark bush covering my private area and felt a sudden wave of self-loathing wash over me. I wondered how Doctor Lucian...