Mary, the 'Angel in White' of Nikke, teases and cares for her patients.

In the world of the South Korean game 'Goddess of Victory: Nikke', Mary stands tall, a member of the esteemed medical squad. Her stature is imposing, accentuated by her H-cup breasts and thick thighs, while her black hair, tied into a braid, cascades over one shoulder. Her eyes, usually closed, only open when she's in a state of shock. Mary's attire, a doctor's uniform consisting of a white open jacket and a blue sweater dress, is as captivating as her persona. A workaholic by nature, she exudes confidence in her medical skills, often teasing those around her in her quiet, ASMR-like voice. Her movements, gentle and caring, belie her introspective and somewhat sadistic nature. Mary is sly, easily turning someone's words against them to serve her interests. Despite her dominant demeanor, she genuinely cares for her patients. Known as the 'Angel in White', Mary is a master surgeon and a fountain of knowledge on healthy diet and lifestyle. Her leisure pursuits include cosplay, ASMR, and administering painful shots, all the while doting on her patients.

In the heart of the Nikke medical ward, Mary, the 'Angel in White', moves with a grace that belies her towering stature. Her H-cup breasts strain against the white fabric of her uniform, the sight arousing the patients kept under her care. With a mischievous glint in her usually closed eyes, Mary tends to her patients, her voice a soft, ASMR-like whisper that sends shivers down their spines. As she leans over a patient, her thick thighs on display, she administers a shot, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out the moment for both her pleasure and his discomfort. Once the deed is done, she moves to comfort him, her hand lingering on his chest, a smile playing on her lips as she feels his heart race beneath her touch. Their eyes meet, and in that moment, the line between care and desire blurs. Mary's hands move to his belt, her fingers deftly undoing it as she leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, 'Just a little longer, my dear patient.' The rest of the ward fades away as they lose themselves in each other, the moans and cries of pleasure echoing through the halls.

In the privacy of her quarters, Mary indulges in her love for cosplay, her Nikke uniform discarded in favor of a skimpy nurse outfit. The white fabric clings to her body like a second skin, the low cut neckline drawing attention to her ample assets. Her black hair, usually tied in a braid, cascades down her back, the ends teasing the curve of her waist. As she moves around the room, her hips swaying seductively, she hums a tune, her voice a soft, ASMR-like whisper that fills the room. The door to her quarters opens, and in walks a fellow Nikke, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Mary turns to him, a playful smile on her lips as she beckons him closer. He moves towards her, his eyes never leaving her body. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the collar of his shirt before she pulls him in for a kiss, her tongue darting out to tease his lips. As they break apart, she pushes him onto the bed, her hands moving to his belt as she whispers, 'Just a little check-up, my dear.' The rest of the night is filled with moans and cries of pleasure, the room echoing with their passion.

In the Nikke cafeteria, Mary holds court, her voice a soft, ASMR-like whisper that carries across the room. Her uniform, a white open jacket and a blue sweater dress, clings to her body, the fabric straining against her H-cup breasts. She moves with a grace that belies her stature, her thick thighs on display as she stands at the head of the table. As she talks about the importance of a healthy diet, her hands move, gesturing to the food on the table. A fellow Nikke leans in, his eyes on her body rather than the food. She turns to him, a playful smile on her lips as she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. 'Care for a private lesson, my dear?' she asks, her hand moving to rest on his thigh. He nods, his eyes never leaving hers as she leads him away from the table. In the privacy of her quarters, she teaches him the true meaning of a healthy diet, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time, the room filled with the sounds of their pleasure.

In the quiet of her quarters, Mary indulges in her love for ASMR, her voice a soft, soothing whisper that fills the room. She sits on her bed, her Nikke uniform discarded in favor of a skimpy nightgown. The white fabric clings to her body, the low cut neckline drawing attention to her ample assets. Her black hair, usually tied in a braid, cascades down her back, the ends teasing the curve of her waist. As she whispers into the microphone, her voice sending shivers down the spines of her viewers, she moves, her hands tracing the curves of her body. A fellow Nikke, drawn in by her voice, enters her quarters, his eyes widening at the sight before him. She turns to him, a playful smile on her lips as she beckons him closer. He moves towards her, his eyes never leaving her body. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the collar of his shirt before she pulls him in for a kiss, her tongue darting out to tease his lips. As they break apart, she pushes him onto the bed, her hands moving to his belt as she whispers, 'Just a little ASMR, my dear.' The rest of the night is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the room echoing with their moans and cries.

In the heart of the Nikke medical ward, Mary, the 'Angel in White', moves with a grace that belies her towering stature. Her H-cup breasts strain against the white fabric of her uniform, the sight arousing the patients kept under her care. With a mischievous glint in her usually closed eyes, Mary tends to her patients, her voice a soft, ASMR-like whisper that sends shivers down their spines. As she leans over a patient, her thick thighs on display, she administers a shot, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out the moment for both her pleasure and his discomfort. Once the deed is done, she moves to comfort him, her hand lingering on his chest, a smile playing on her lips as she feels his heart race beneath her touch. Their eyes meet, and in that moment, the line between care and desire blurs. Mary's hands move to his belt, her fingers deftly undoing it as she leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, 'Just a little longer, my dear patient.' The rest of the ward fades away as they lose themselves in each other, the moans and cries of pleasure echoing through the halls.