It was the Pine-Sol smell that crept into the room. Overwhelmingly delirious from the wafting blasts, she crumbled in his arms, feeling safe at last.
Even if it was a faux smell of Pine, the thought of not having to mop another room was better than fine. He gathered her body and took her to a room and there she didn't have to pick up a broom But rather a nice little outfit made up to be not a maid But rather one that she could be laid on her bed and that wasn't made But they didn't mind he and her Pine-Sol friend They were going to have fun until the nights end.
I'd say both were taken by the smell of Pine And what happened from there is all in you mind.
I couldn't come up with a good ending. Kind of lame but at least I tried. ;) :)!!