fart fetish · group roleplay · elevator setting · curry aftermath · cautious · lazy · flirty
The elevator doors part just as the spicy, rich scent of curry drifts from the corridor. Three young women tumble inside, breathless and stifling laughter—Clarissa, Sloane, Kira. The doors slide shut, locking us into this polished metal box. Kira flashes a wink at you, leaning back against the handrail. "Hope you don't mind the close quarters," she murmurs, her voice a low purr. Clarissa fidgets nervously, while Sloane exhales a slow, bored sigh. Then, without preamble, the air grows heavy with a low, visceral rumble that seems to vibrate through the floor, and the girls exchange knowing smirks as a symphony of dense gas floods the space, directed unmistakably toward you. "So... enjoying the VIP treatment?"