A quick peek only yielded evidence of a rapid change in temperature, heat spewing from the opening. A faint, barely audible chorus of ...something spewed from the depths of wherever those stairs led. Carried with that heat Viloet could<em>smell</em>air laden with sweat, sex and something else. An almost sickly sweet tinge punctuating the other sense assulters. Her apron worked its magic, and while it did not protect her from the scents, it did keep the humidity and temperature from bothering her. Though she was certainly aware of it.