Take another whiff.

Despite being taken out of the box, the air is incapable of diluting the dildo's perfume. In fact, it seems as if it is spreading from an infinite supply. It really makes you curious as to what kind of perfume it is.

Intent on finding out, you bring the dildo closer to your nose and take another whiff. The smell stings your eyes shut as a sweetness reaches the back of your throat. It throws your senses into disarray and makes your head light to the point where you are unable to notice the weight in your hands is gone. That is, until you open your eyes.

The drawers in front of you are shut, rid of the previous dust, and the room bathes in a beautiful light that reflects off the pristine furniture. The ivory dick is also nowhere to be seen, confusing you to greater lengths.

Only when you reach out to the dresser once more do you start to panic. You can feel its sleek surface in full, but can't affect it in any way. The drawers won't budge no matter how hard you pull the handles and there is no sound no matter how hard you strike it.

"What the fuck?" you enunciate, probing your hearing.

As if to aid you, steps sound out from behind. Standing up, you peek over your shoulder, noticing a petite blonde in a crimson dress stepping towards you from the main hall. As she crosses the doorway, she swiftly closes the door, not bothering to hide her expression. Despite looking like an elegant lady, she bites her lip and breathes like a whore in heat. And it affects your already perturbed mind...

As you appreciate her beauty and listen to her perverse sounds, you breath hastens as well. Without notice, however, she turns her green eyes and locks a heated stare on you, plucking her skirt so she can step faster.

She is charging in your direction.