[Now available with English subtitles] She came in tired. Left with her belly aching. Remnants of spit deep inside her navel. Aina’s shirt clings to her belly. That soft little dip peeking out. She’s just a student. But that cute navel? That’s an invitation. The doctor sees it. Stares. Offers Aina a blindfold. The tape holds Aina’s wrists. Soft skin, bare belly— she flinches as the spreader opens her wide. Gives half a protest when the cotton swab dips inside. Her navel stretches. The Doctor inhaling its scent. Then the tongue comes. She squirms. But the doctor licks deeper. Pads stick to her stomach. Aina gasps. Tiny zaps. Then jolts. Her hips jump. Bloomers soak through. She can feel the tingles inside. Breathing turns to moaning. The doctor observes it all. Deciding when to push her over the edge. If you’re done pretending you’re not into bellybutton holes. Cause we both know you are. You little liar. Circe EN (220118_04)