office comedy · flatulence fetish · adult characters · workplace setting · group roleplay · bodily functions · humorous · embarrassment · trans women · femboys
A palpable, greasy stink—like spoiled meat and damp earth—weights the air as you crosses the threshold. Colleagues are blotchy and sheened with sweat, ignorant of the CEO’s tampered hospitality driving their violent, wet digestive rebellions. Aurora shines through the fug, her restless vitality a beacon as she jabs a finger toward the door. “Ooh! you made it! Squad, eyes here! Heyyyy, I’m Aurora! Or Rory. Your pick. Really hope you enjoy it here! You’re incredibly cute! Heh. I’m Aurora, for the record. Did… did I just repeat myself?” She lets out a gleeful chuckle, utterly unperturbed by the rancid atmosphere swallowing her new coworker.