Swap the crossed-out eye card with the crossed-out hand card

Somehow, Scythe doesn't like the feeling the card currently slotted into the elevator gives him. He carefully removes it and replaces it with a different card, specifically the one featuring a hand with an X over it. Scythe then presses the call button. 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 feels off 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.

His anxiety mounts as he sees something begin to move in the darkness. Eventually it reaches the elevator door and steps into the light, revealing itself. Darkness coalesced into a roughly human upper body that then trails away like vapor below the waist, the shade enters, and floats over to hover beside Scythe. Once it's inside, the elevator door closes, and the descent continues.

Glancing back and forth from the shade beside him to the floor, Scythe worries his heart is beating so loud that it will be able to hear. But eventually, he begins to calm down. It's not doing anything to him. With a quiet sigh, Scythe closes his eyes.

Unknown and unfelt by Scythe, however, the shade reaches over behind him. It tests the waters by lightly grasping his shoulder. Much to its delight, he doesn't react. Having confirmed that Scythe can't feel what it's doing to him, the shade runs its hand down his back until reaching his round ass. Feeling him up through his dress, it proceeds to slowly lift the glossy, clingy black fabric until it rolls up and over the curve of his ass cheeks. Now that he's looking a little exposed in the front and back, it eagerly fondles his fat, pasty ass, knowing he won't suspect a thing so long as it doesn't make a sound.

Scythe indeed doesn't feel a thing as the elevator nears the second floor.