For the span of an hour, Arianne was forced to watch the licentious scene. Her ears grew numb as the immodest sounds of the females' moans, mewls, and the man's grunts, groans, slapping flesh, and squelching entered her ears, filling her with shame.
No matter which direction she had averted her eyes to. She would still see the scene of her and him having a wild and rough intercourse. She tried so hard to block her sense of sight and hearing, but to no avail. Her efforts remained in vain. "I think I'm going crazy," she mumbled, holding her head in between her hands.
Throughout the ordeal, the only thing she was glad about was that the man's ability wasn't that perfect. It was only able to affect two of her senses.
Or so she thought...