Hold your breath.

This can't be good. Using air freshener to disperse whatever **** they try to mind control you with seems one of the most easiest and most obvious choices. Why didn't you even think about this before? It's not only the food and the drinks, it's... everywhere!

You hold your breath and look around for something that could serve as face mask. Some old dish towel will have to do. You press the towel against your face, but still seem to taste the scent of rose. Is it too late already? Frantically, you search for more towels or cloths, rummaging around in the small closet, adding layer on layer, until you indeed feel wrapped with cloth that you fear to suffocate. Is this even useful? You need air, after all, and the air inside the closet seems contaminated.

How long will you have to wait and endure this? Or is it enough that you don't inhale the substance too depply? Shallow breaths, you tell yourself. Shallow breaths.

"Ma'am?", asks the maid from the outside. "You there?"

You answer with a muffled shout. How do you even recognize if you are under the spell of those ****, you wonder. Would you notice? Or will it end with you waking up Sunday morning in an unmade bed with cum all over your body? You close your eyes and shiver. Please, let me stay sane!

You hear the key turn. They housemaid is unlocking the door.

Why would she do that? Or... maybe, she just wants you to inhale the full dose sprayed in the kitchen.

You prepare to storm out full ****, as soon as the door opens.