"You slowly wake up after being knocked out, finding yourself locked in a room with Pheromosa forcefully pressing your face into her balls. She can’t exactly talk considering she doesn’t have a mouth, but her menacing glare makes it clear that she’ll happily get rid of you for good if you don’t get to work on cleaning them. Her genitals are unwashed and have such a thick layer of sweat on every inch. The musk is so bad it’s making a haze in the room… a smelly one at that."