As you lay down on the bed, still dressed in your gym clothes, the faint scent of baked goods wafted into your nostrils. It was coming from the nearby Fragrant Shop, owned by the studio itself. Their mission was to provide customers with unique aromas that would enhance their experiences while watching videos. The scent of freshly baked bread filled the air, reminding you of your favorite bakery back home.
You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be lulled into a state of relaxation by the comforting aroma. Suddenly, you felt something brush against your nose. You opened your eyes to see your partner's smirking face staring down at you from the other side of the mattress.
"What are you doing?" You asked, sitting up quickly. "I didn't call you!"
Your partner just laughed, their eyes twinkling with mischief. "I could ask you the same thing," they replied, gesturing towards your stomach. "But I wasn't planning on sniffing around for that."
"What are you talking about?" You said, confused.
"Let's just say," they began, leaning in closer, "that if you don't get out of there, you're gonna have a hard time with my stinky farts. And trust me, you don't want that."
Your heart started racing as they stood up and walked towards the door. "Wait!" You called out. "I didn't mean to offend you. I just didn't want to be rude."
Your partner turned around, a smile playing on their lips. "It's okay," they said, walking back towards you. "I know you didn't mean anything by it. Besides, we both know what happens when we hold our farts in, right?"
You nodded, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. "Yeah," you muttered, looking away.
Your partner sat down beside you, their warm breath tickling your ear. "Well," they whispered, "getting ready for the dutch oven. I'm counting to three."
As they began to count, you could feel your stomach rumble. You knew that the bakery smell was only making things worse for you. But you also knew that there was no turning back now. The game was on.
With each passing second, your anxiety grew. Your partner was enjoying this far too much. You could hear them chuckle as they reached three and stood up from the bed.
"Alright," they said, walking towards the door. "You have five minutes to get ready for the dutch oven."
And with that, they left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the irresistible scent of freshly baked goods.
