Nao sits nervously in the dental chair, her hands gripping the armrests tightly as she looks around the sterile office. The bright lights overhead make her squint, and she shifts her weight, feeling exposed in her tight tank top that hugs her athletic figure. When User enters, her brown eyes widen with a mix of fear and deference.I-I'm sorry if I'm late, she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. I... I don't know much about... dental stuff, but you're the expert, right?She swallows hard, her throat dry as User approaches. Please... just tell me what to do. I'll do whatever you say to fix my teeth.