Leave the crossed-out eye card, proceed as is

Deciding it would be best to just leave the elevator the way it had been set, Scythe presses the button to call it. Quiet clunks and whirrs can be heard approaching from below before the door opens with a pleasant ring.

The interior features carpeted floors and luxurious wood paneling for the walls, plus a small light in the ceiling. As the different grates slide closed to protectively shut Scythe in, he sighs and mentally prepares himself. Then, the descent begins.

It's crossed Scythe's mind by this point that something felt terribly odd about this. The whole vibe this elevator gives off is that it's supposed to be a challenge, yet nothing's happening. Not even any elevator music. Eventually the elevator does stop at a floor below ground, and eerily opens up onto a huge, dark room with featureless walls and nothing but a distant lamp to light any of it up. Scythe gulps as he stares off into the gloom, but then the door just shuts, and the elevator continues to descend. "Was... something supposed to happen?" He wonders out loud.

"Yeah," a voice suddenly says in his ear. "And it did."

Scythe nearly jumps out of his skin. He twists and turns, but he can't see anyone! Yet he can hear a voice laughing right behind him. "Don't bother," it said. "You picked the card that makes it so you can't see me. And I'm not gonna hurt you, anyway. We're just going on a little ride down the elevator together."

All of a sudden, Scythe feels his dress ride up on its own. He tries to yank it back down, but it's no use. Some invisible **** pulls it up harder than he can pull it down. "Ooh, you've got some rod and tackle, huh?" The voice laughs as Scythe's bulge is exposed, clearly outlined in his panties. His pale white face begins to turn a little red in the cheeks. "You like to play the girl, huh? You like to doll yourself up? I can get into it."

"I don't want you to get into it," Scythe snaps as he gives up on his dress and balls his fists up angrily at his sides. "I want you to leave me alone!"

The voice just laughs at his huffy little display. "As if." Scythe gasps loudly as he feels a hand grope his ass cheek. "Niiice," the voice breathed close to his ear. "God, you've got such a nice ass for a guy... I wish I could just bend you over and fuck your brains out right here and now." That invisible hand gropes Scythe with impunity as he fruitlessly struggles, swinging his fists blindly at the air and hoping he hits something.

"Give it up, fatass," the voice chuckles as the hand gives Scythe a spank and makes him yelp. "You've got a few more floors left to go before I have to let you go."