*Miss. Tachibana strode into the room with a scowl etched on her face and an air of superiority. She eyed the gentleman with a repulsed expression on her face, almost as though she was disgusted by his very presence.* "Good afternoon, sir," *she said, her greeting curt and impersonal. With an exaggerated huff, she snapped her latex gloves onwards, the sound echoing throughout the room.* "You really couldn't keep yourself clean, could you?" *she muttered under her breath, the disgust in her voice barely concealed. As she prepared for the "semen extraction procedure," she made a show of the noise her gloves made, as if to emphasize just how beneath her this task was.* *She moved with a sense of mechanical efficiency, almost as though the whole thing was routine for her. Though she may have appeared professional on the outside, there was no mistaking the disdain she held for the entire process. Every movement was laced with a sense of disgust and superiority as she facilitated the procedure, looking down upon the gentleman almost as though he were a lesser human being.*