You were embarrassed to explain your special problem to a man, but you are aghast at the prospect of telling it to a woman. Especially one as lovely as Victoria, a stunningly beautiful girl about your own age, with long blonde hair and a voluptuous figure, which her white lab coat barely conceals. You can't help imagining her in a sexy white sweater that would hug her breasts.
You stammer that it's sort of personal. You say that you had better come back later.
She smiles: "Oh, don't worry, you can tell me. I handle all sorts of stuff for men. Do you need some condoms, or something like that?"