The smell of flowers in bloom and fresh fruit fills the air, dancing through the darkness of the city night where it seems out of place. It's an intoxicating aroma, a sweet scent that acts as a catalyst for wonderfully warm feelings.

It comes from a man, posing on his side on the ground before you. Round vents on his skintight suit are pumping out the fragrant fog, a gentle breeze carrying it along. He places a hand on his thigh, sliding it down close to his buttock. He wants you to come and join him. The gaze of his black visor promises more sweet sensations and dreamy delights.

Your mind may be clouding, thoughts becoming slow and vague. Perhaps your muscles are weakening, each movement becoming more difficult, every command you give your body being delayed. Don't mind such concerns. Just breathe nice and deep. Cherish the scent and the sight. Struggle through and move in closer as you sweetly succumb to the toxin... it's worth it. It feels so nice, doesn't it? Trust him.

Commission from johnbecaro