Comparing the interior of the clinic to its unassuming façade almost redefines modesty. Inside is a 10-story tall, open-air paradise with a name of fitting prestige: The Atrium. The glossy steel letters spell out a promise of futuristic medical treatment, a guarantee backed by the shimmer of sunlight pouring out from the rooftop windows.

Naturally, every crevice of the courtyard is speckled by the most realistic fake plants money can buy. Bustling silhouettes shuttle behind the frosted glass partitions and walls made of polished wood veneers. Maybe they put a rude receptionist at the entrance just to make this palace seem plausible.

And maybe this is the kind of place to house a gender swap machine…