The effects are more apparent to you

"Weird box." you say as you get up, absently clutching a card for bug bites. "Maybe the cards are to some board game, and it just didn't come with the box?"

"Oh, these cards are worth it in their own right!" Tony continues to skim the tuck box, slowly drawing his attention back to the other clutter and cardboard.

You scratch the back of your neck, caught by a sudden pleasurable sensation, though subtle enough to ignore. You eye Tony's pudging jib and linger, quickly shaking your head to distract yourself. "I'm gonna... get a soda- do you want one?"

"Nah."

You walk over to your kitchen, but everything around you draws your attention in a strange, indescribable way. From the texture of plastered walls, to the leaky faucet, your hand stays affixed to each passing object for longer than it should. Even the tab on the cola can draws you in by it's clicking hiss puncturing the cool metal. As you return to the living room, you give Tony another look-see; a leer powerful enough it would've lowered Tony's defense stat by one.

Why are you horny? You manage to define the feeling, for once. Horny for Tony, even. Your friend! From every namely curvature of his body, to the more abstract concepts of his person. In fact, stripping naked right in front of Tony is starting to feel very appealing...

"Whoa." you blurt out, overtly aware of where your thoughts were heading. "Hey, is there a gas leak in here?"

Tony looks at you and shrugs, diving back into the box without skipping a beat. You sit back down across from him. Your hands, idling, but the thought of bringing them toward your pants causes you to shudder. The thought of Tony catching a glimpse, brought to utter confusion by your hypothetical action makes you... moan?

"Ohh-" you stop yourself. You have the willpower, but it's no excuse to stop. You want Tony to see you flounder.

"Hmm?" Tony looks up at your conditionally pleasured sigh. You fight the urge and bring your hands to your sides.

"I said... ahh... Carbo-soda." you deflect, holding up your soda can. He glares at you, then your drink, and something in his expression alludes to more understanding of the situation, but he doesn't press any further, returning to the box.

"Hey, uh... Tony?"

"Ya?"

"It's getting late, y'know? I can look through the rest of my box later and tell you what I find tomorrow, yeah?"

Tony raises an eyebrow, pausing mid-act of lifting out a roll of coins. "Uh... Okay, sure. I'll come by tomorrow, yeah?"

"Thank you." you curse yourself, in conflict with your desires.

Tony packs up his phone, keys, wallet - heading for the front door. You watch surreptitiously as he leaves, one eye on his rear with one hand down your pants. He's gone.

Standing alone in your home, you glance toward the sexy-ass cardboard box on your floor and approach it. Reaching a hand out to wholesomely investigate, you stop in your tracks, fighting the urge to continue.

"What the fuck?"