"Please," she purred against his lips, "One more trick."
Reyn was about to protest again when another thought flickered across her forethoughts. She could use this all to her advantage.
"He's right," she sighed, sounding like she was still annoyed but accepting this one truth, "We've all seen my stretch marks."
She wasn't wrong; the doctors had seen more than enough of her.
"We will release her to you after you sign the paperwork," one of them responded, pointing towards his office, "It will only take a minute, and she can get dressed in the meantime.
"I'd like
my clothes back," she ordered as they loosened the binds a fraction, "C'mon doc, I promise I won't bite...this time. And you're almost rid of me."
"Thankfully," one of them muttered under their breath, which Reyn shouldn't have heard but still did, prompting her silence until her clothes were returned to her and they freed her binds, letting her dress before guiding her into the hall to wait for her so-called husband.