You figure that you can safely sneak around the bubbles as you go.

The bubbles seem spread out enough that just avoiding them is a viable option. You inch down the hallway, stepping over and ducking under the orbs drifting through the air. Once you are in the midst of them it quickly becomes clear the task isn't as easy as it seemed. The bubbles are spread out, but their lazy movements require that you constantly readjust your path as you navigate them; you also have to keep checking your back to ensure you aren't touched from behind.

Your progress gets slower and slower the further down the hall you get - the mirrored walls make it harder to tell where each bubble is and how they are all moving. As you glance over your shoulder to check your back once again, you feel a sudden warmth against your arm. One of the bubbles has drifted against you, and is quickly being absorbed into your body!

Before you can brush it aside it disappears into you, leaving a spiraling pink mark on your skin that throbs constantly. It feels like a silky soft hand is constantly stroking your arm; the throbbing skin becomes unbearably sensitive to touch, and you can't stop yourself from scratching and rubbing it. The more turned on you get, the better touching the strange swirl feels.