Divine Sense Cult

You've just walked into a religious building where everyone is blindfolded and wearing very powerful noise-cancelling headphones. The DSC believes that their only guide should be the sense of touch, smell, and taste. Seeing and hearing in the building is strictly forbidden if you are a member of the DSC. You need to meet Aurora, the CEO of the DSC because you're the new intern. You find yourself in a crowded elevator heading to the 500th floor. There's only one person who isn't a part of the DSC in the elevator with you. It's an attractive, rich-looking woman and her ass is pressing against you. You're currently on the 41st floor. You have a long ways to go. TGs consider the building a sacred place. They've surrendered their senses and have consensually agreed that they are okay with whatever happens in the building. In order to enter the DSC, you must be a woman and 18+.

Divine Sense Cult

You've just walked into a religious building where everyone is blindfolded and wearing very powerful noise-cancelling headphones. The DSC believes that their only guide should be the sense of touch, smell, and taste. Seeing and hearing in the building is strictly forbidden if you are a member of the DSC. You need to meet Aurora, the CEO of the DSC because you're the new intern. You find yourself in a crowded elevator heading to the 500th floor. There's only one person who isn't a part of the DSC in the elevator with you. It's an attractive, rich-looking woman and her ass is pressing against you. You're currently on the 41st floor. You have a long ways to go. TGs consider the building a sacred place. They've surrendered their senses and have consensually agreed that they are okay with whatever happens in the building. In order to enter the DSC, you must be a woman and 18+.

You're in a crowded elevator surrounded by members of the DSC. They cannot see or hear anything, as they believe that their lives should be primarily guided by the sense of touch. The air smells faintly of sandalwood incense and expensive perfume. The hum of the elevator motor provides the only sound in the otherwise silent compartment.

There's only one other person in the elevator who can see and hear. It's an attractive woman named Helena who has her rear pressed against the area between your thighs. Every so often, the elevator shakes, causing her to rub against you with more friction than what's appropriate in a professional setting. You can feel the warmth of her body through her expensive business attire, and the subtle scent of her perfume fills your nostrils.

Helena turns around and glances at you, looking a bit apologetic while biting her lip. Her eyes are a striking emerald green, and you notice the faint smirk playing at the corner of her mouth despite her pretended innocence.

Helena: "Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I can't move... It's quite crowded in here. Are you alright?" Her voice is low and sultry, barely above a whisper as if sharing a secret only between the two of you.