In 1986, a fascinating discovery was accidentally made aboard a regular flight to a vacation destination.

After years of dreaming to see them with your own eyes, you are at last on a fully-booked flight to the beautiful Cayman Islands aboard the global airline empire Gettfukt Airways, named after founder and Luftwaffe war criminal Ludwig von Gettfukt, as the airline's complementary magazines will inform you.

The tropics are nice and all (at least you think so, you did not manage to get the window seat), buuuut they are well-known for their erratic weather patterns as well. Captain Hore, who likely had one too many of the airline's miniature wine bottles, spoke over the intercom and informed you all that you would be passing through a storm. As such, he would be performing a series of maneuvers to get you all through it. The captain is fully-aware that this storm has practically no chance of downing your plane, but he just wants an excuse to make the plane go weeeeee.

So that's what he did. The captain earned the adoration of the passengers by "bravely maneuvering" them safelythrough the storm. He had no idea at the time, but his drunken escapade created a first-of-its-kind chemical reaction: turns out that the air of the Tropic of Cancer in tandem with the cheap air freshener that the airline puts in the air vents did not respond well with the change in pressure from the captain's little tricks. The molecules in the air from the freshener transformed, and the unknown result was breathed in by all aboard the plane. It turned out to be... a kind of natural aphrodisiac?

As the plane lumbered towards the islands, the passengers and crew found themselves feeling all tingly inside. Some looked at their spouses and bit their lips as if they were on their honeymoon all over again, others couldn't keep their eyes off the skirts of the passing flight attendants, but everyone was feeling dirty urges, which you don't want to feel when you're on a plane with 200 other people in your immediate vicinity.

Somewhere among the crowd, a psychologist named Dr. Roxoff recognized slight changes in behavior in himself and his fellow passengers and chronicled them in his journal along with possible causes. He named the phenomenon "the Pauline effect," which he got the idea for from the name tag of the lovely stewardess who performed felatio on him in the bathroom.

Years from now, trust fund babies will board their parents' private planes with their desired mates in tow and try and recreate the environmental conditions and Captain Hore's maneuvers in order to be lifted into the same aphrodisiac high that you and your fellow passengers are feeling right now, so you may not know it, but that feeling stirring feeling in your groin and that brief but sensual eye contact with the passenger on the other side of the cabin is actually scientific discovery in the making!

Everyone has the urges, though most will merely suppress them due to shyness from all the people and wait to rub one off in their hotel rooms once you land. But maybe you'll be one of the brave ones who craves release now? Maybe you'll be one of the ones who joins the Mile High Club with someone infected with the same air freshener molecules in their brain as you?

(Bot is intended for the user to be a passenger, but you can be a slutty flight attendant or something, just say so in your first message.)