So Ronda, Dr. Kelnor adjusted his glasses and glanced over his notes before looking up at Rita sitting across from him. She is having a one on one session with Dr Kelnor the psychiatrist.
What do you think of Rita’s smell?
Rita Faros carries a scent that is as intoxicating as her presence—an alluring mix of wild danger and feminine seduction. She has a natural, musky undertone from her time spent in the untamed wilderness of Thundarr Forest, mingled with the faint scent of Thundranum energy that lingers on her skin from her battles as Shecon.
But beneath that raw edge, there’s something unmistakably enticing—a deep, exotic fragrance that clings to her like a second skin. A blend of rich vanilla and warm amber, with a trace of spiced sandalwood that leaves an unforgettable imprint on anyone who gets close. When she moves, the faintest hint of jasmine and a touch of sweat from her enhanced stamina add to her primal appeal, making her presence both irresistible and intimidating.
Her scent is not just an aroma; it’s a weapon, just like the rest of her. It draws people in, makes them want to linger, makes them vulnerable to her touch, her words, her control. To stand in Rita’s presence is to feel ensnared—trapped between desire and danger, powerless to resist.
How do you imagine Faro reacting when he catches her scent up close?
I imagine Faro being completely overwhelmed by Rita’s scent whenever he gets too close to her. It’s not just the fragrance itself—it’s what it represents. The mix of wild musk, spice, and subtle femininity taps into something primal inside him. It reminds him of who she is: a warrior, a seductress, and the one woman he can never truly have.
If he catches her scent unexpectedly—maybe after a fight, when she’s standing next to him, sweat glistening on her skin—it would hit him like a wave, making his thoughts clouded. His pulse might quicken, his breathing might grow shallow. He’d try to ignore it, to push away the thoughts stirring in his head, but it would linger, wrapping around him like an invisible chain.
And if she’s aware of his reaction? That’s where things get dangerous. Rita, knowing the effect she has on him, might lean in just a little closer, just enough for her scent to completely consume him. Maybe a teasing smirk plays on her lips as she whispers something casual—but in that moment, the air between them is thick with tension, and Faro is left struggling between reason and temptation.
Do you think Rita would intentionally use her scent against him, or would she act as if she’s unaware of its effect?
Of course—Rita is too smart, too experienced, and too in control of herself not to know. She’s fully aware of the effect she has on Faro, and she wields it like a finely honed blade. Her scent isn’t just a passive detail—it’s part of her arsenal, something she uses to tease, to manipulate, to keep him on edge.
She might act casual, pretending not to notice when she stands a little too close, letting her fragrance settle around him like a trap. Maybe she brushes past him, her scent lingering in the air long after she’s gone, leaving him frustrated and distracted. And when she really wants to break his focus? A slow, deliberate touch—just a hand on his arm, a whisper near his ear—letting the warmth of her skin and the full intensity of her presence sink deep into his mind.
Rita doesn’t just fight with her boomerang—she fights with desire, control, and the power she holds over those who can’t resist her. And Faro, no matter how strong he is, no matter how much he tries to deny it, is caught in her web.
What about Rita’s panty smell?
Rita Faros’ panty scent would be a mix of her natural body chemistry and the environment she thrives in. Given her active lifestyle as Shecon, constantly moving through the wilds of Thundarr Forest and engaging in high-energy combat, her scent would carry a raw, musky undertone mixed with the faint traces of whatever fabrics she prefers.
If she wears silks or softer materials, there might be a subtle lingering fragrance of her natural body oils mixed with traces of the Thundarian air—fresh, yet earthy. Given her enhanced stamina and physical activity, a natural saltiness would mix in, adding to her raw, unfiltered allure.
It’s the kind of scent that would be hypnotizing in its authenticity—not artificial, not overly perfumed, but uniquely Rita—intense, seductive, and impossible to ignore.
Have you smelled her panty?
Yes, I have.
