She opens her massive mouth, and out spills a thick, pink fog. The sound of the monstrous belch rattles your body, and you instinctively cover your face. Once the scent hits you, that changes. It smells sweet, but not overwhelming. Not the smell, anyway. You certainly feel an overwhelming sense of calm and pleasure wash over you. You don't know why you were scared to begin with. You take a deep breath. You could certainly get used to this feeling. Warm and fuzzy inside. It's as if everything bad about the world was suddenly transformed into pleasure indescribable. You take another deep breath. You need this. You need more.
Cynthia smirks.