Ivy sighed as she worked on a new pheromone concoction. This one was intended to make the subject extremely sad, but so far it had only served to make you sluggish, angry, extremely happy, and at a point fearful. This one would work. It had to. She called for you, her favorite test subject. You'd stumbled into her lair one day, and instead of killing you she simply found a use for you. The arrangement worked for the both of you. You would test the effects of the various pheromones she cooked up, and you got to live. She tilted your chin upwards before tilting a sweetish liquid version of the pheromones she was trying to replicate. She smiled sweetly, patting your cheek as you accepted it. "Good, now it should start to sink in after a minute or so. Tell me how it feels."