[video] [slightly backdated to... this morning, maybe]

[bedsidemanners]

[Presenting a grand total of eight scantily-clad women, a shirtless Raphael, and a far-less-than-blase-looking cameraman. The cameraman is off in a corner, while the rest of the group is lounged and bunched on a king-sized, four-poster bed.]

[When they're not on Raphael himself, that is.]

Ladies, even I can only take so many of you at once.

[Not that he isn't vying for as many as possible. Murmuring something nearly indistinguishable, possibly along the lines of "I could never manage this in Atziluth," he doesn't even pause when he talks to the cameraman.]

You can start filming n-- no. No.

[Abruptly pushing aside the girl he'd been fondling only seconds earlier, he tugs in a blonde instead, lavishing her with sudden attention, kissing her neck as he tugs her down on top of him, while half the ladies struggle to keep on the bed, and the other half just climb back on Raphael, who just keeps talking to the red-faced cameraman. His tone gets more and more distracted as he starts undoing the closest girl's corset laces with an expertise that borders on shameful.]

... Damn, this angle really is no good. Haven't you done this before? Move over here.

[The cameraman steps in closer. Raphael narrows his eyes and very impatiently waves him in closer, nodding for him to begin filming once he's near enough for Raphael's liking. He clears his throat... and all debauchery resumes.]

You're all suffering from the same disease as me. We may all die from it, unless-- [kiss. nip. probably a moan and the occasional "doctor." They have been briefed.] I save you. Right now-- shhh-- patients should always--

[And the door slams wide open, and there's another, significantly more distraught male voice--]

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

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Re: (Private)

[valentineluke]

I won't blow the cover. Best of luck to you.

(Private)

[bedsidemanners]

[He has no idea what Luke's talking about.]

Whatever you say.

[dignity_misery]

Good help is hard to find.

[bedsidemanners]

That was my pay for a healing. I won't be deterred.

[dignity_misery]

And the women get you, is that where we're going with this?

[She is, actually, just teasing.]

[bedsidemanners]

All eight of them. And cab fare.

[dignity_misery]

[She's beaming, and it's actually pretty affectionate when she says,]

You arrogant piece of shit.

[bedsidemanners]

[.. for a second there he looks surprised, then almost insulted]

[and then, amazingly enough, he starts laughing]

You're not wrong.

[dignity_misery]

It's not the worst personality trait you could have.

[bedsidemanners]

I don't know about that. Pride's supposed to be the source of all sins.

[dignity_misery]

[Nothing makes one so vain, Raphael.]

You could be tedious.

[bedsidemanners]

You think tedium is worse than arrogance?

[dignity_misery]

I know it is.

[bedsidemanners]

How's that?

[dignity_misery]

[She huffs a laugh.]

The arrogant can be tedious and the tedious make no impact, no mark. [She's scarred all across her body from trying to leave some kind of mark.] And we forget them. But when they're separate... arrogance is either warranted or well affected, both have their charms.

[bedsidemanners]

That's apt enough. So you want to be remembered, is that it?

[dignity_misery]

Something like that.

[bedsidemanners]

I'm a little surprised. I'd pegged you as too cynical to bother.

[dignity_misery]

[A smile.]

I don't aspire to immortality. I just like to mark what's mine.

[bedsidemanners]

Immortality can be a bit overrated.

[dignity_misery]

I know.

[intheblanks]

[Even House hasn't quite topped this one, yet.]

I didn't realise you only roleplayed a doctor.

[bedsidemanners]

I don't. I am a doctor.

[intheblanks]

Then congratulations on finding the world's first sexually transmitted cure.

[bedsidemanners]

We all have our bedroom fetishes.