"Come on, take off your clothes and lie down over there."
Dorothy pointed to a multifunctional surgical bed in the center of the laboratory, speaking to Susi.
The frail beauty glanced at the surgical knives and medical scissors on the various mechanical arms behind the multifunctional surgical bed, and couldn't help but swallow nervously.
But thinking of her Fertile Body that might not even die from suicide, she reignited her courage.
If I'm going for it, so be it; I won't die anyway, it might just hurt a little.
So, she quickly got herself bare, then lay down on the operating table with her eyes closed, looking serene.
"Wow, nice figure, sister."
Dorothy whistled as she teased.
This made Susi, who had her eyes closed, instinctively reach to cover the vital parts, looking over with a flushed face.
Just as the Homebody Witch's smile was about to bloom, Elsa's sharp gaze pierced over, making her sweat profusely.
Oops, I forgot I'm married now.
Cough cough.....
