After a perfect dinner and date out in town, you take me back home and I invite you to come in. You initially try to resist the urge to come inside, but eventually give in and get introduced to my magical apartment. As we sit down and chat about own date, I start complaining about how tight the dress is around my body and how bloated I feel after that dinner and when you least expect it, I rip a couple of farts, then ask you to help me take my dress off. As I undress, I let some more gas pass and my farts are getting stinkier and louder. The more you smell them and hear them, the more mesmerized you're started to feel and slowly falling into a neverending tunnel that leads to your brand new addiction: fart fetish ;)