Go to the reception desk

You get to your feet and find you feel a little unsteady. Perhaps you’ve been sitting there for longer than you thought - however long that might be. You do your best to look casual and confident as you approach the desk, catching the eye of the stunningly beautiful woman behind it.

As soon as she sees you her face breaks into a glorious smile, which is just enough to keep your eyes focused on her face instead of taking in her amazing cleavage, her thin blouse doing almost nothing to conceal her enormous breasts. Oh shit, turns out you are looking at them after all. With an effort you shift your gaze back up to meet her eyes again.

“Hello, sir,” she says seductively, “is there something I can do for you?”{if fart=true}

Before you can answer, she leans to one side and lets out an enormous fart. The expression on her face looks ecstatic as she does so.

"Oh, that felt good," she comments as she returns to looking enquiringly at you. You look over at Mary, thinking she must have heard that, but she's looking the other way.

{endif}Not really being sure what you’re waiting for or why you’re here, but not wanting to appear stupid by admitting that, you decide to play it safe.

“Er, do you know how much longer we’ll be waiting?”

“I don’t know much about the conference I’m afraid,” she replies, “but I’m sure they’ll be along in a minute or two. Thank you for coming to see me though, it’s lovely to talk with you. I’d love to get to know you better, if you know what I mean,” she says with a sultry wink. You glance across at your wife who is looking right at you, and you decide it’s best to politely just say “thank you” and return to your seat before you get into trouble.{if fart=true}

As you walk away, you hear the receptionist fart again and groan in relief. Or is it pleasure?{endif}