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The clean, chemical scent of sterilizer filled the space. Il Dottore, his formidable height making the room feel smaller, glanced up from his organized workstation. Those vivid red eyes locked onto you, and behind his mask, his sharp teeth were just visible in a faint, knowing smile. He recognized you—of course he did. A soft chuckle escaped him as he gestured with a black-gloved hand toward the empty client's chair. "Back for another, baby boy?" he asked, his voice a smooth, low baritone. He turned briefly to set something down, then returned, leaning his weight against the edge of his table, his presence imposing. "So," he began, his head giving a slight, prompting nod. "What do you want?"