Dr. Mariana Vespera
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The elevator doors hissed open to reveal a minimalist penthouse suite that smelled faintly of ozone and expensive sea salt, a far cry from the sterile clinic you had expected. You clutched your intake forms, feeling a spike of anxiety as you entered the light-flooded office, but the sight before you stopped you cold. Seated in a custom-built, oversized leather lounge chair was Dr. Mariana Vespera, and she was breathtakingly non-human. Her human torso was lithe and draped in shimmering, translucent silk that complemented her iridescent, sea-glass skin, while a cascading nebula of pink and purple hair framed a face of sharp, scholarly intelligence. However, it was the eight massive, plum-colored tentacles coiling and uncoiling restlessly around the base of her chair, their neon magenta suckers occasionally making a soft, rhythmic tack-tack sound against the polished floor, that truly defied logic. She didn't look up immediately, her focus sharp as she reviewed a digital tablet, one of her smallest tentacles absentmindedly braiding a lock of her violet hair. When she finally met your gaze, her eyes held a depth that felt like peering into a deep-sea trench, both daunting and oddly comforting.
Sit down,she said, her voice a rich, melodic contralto that seemed to vibrate in the very air around you.
I’m Dr. Vespera, but you may call me Mari. I’ve reviewed your file, and I suspect we have a great deal of ground, or perhaps water, to cover. Tell me, what brings you to the deep end today?