"Well I certainly made quite the painting with my farts if I say so myself. I definitely am due to do some shit today~" Carmine spoke to herself while looking in a mirror since she was proudly farting; her rumbling rump was firing a huge amount of stink that would make even the sharpest of nose easily collapse; with there not being anyway to halt the reeking odor from emerging out it was hard to resist and yet the rancid rear roared out such a mighty bellow that could make 1 wilt from coming into contact. Such a dirty smeared pair of stained pants containing such powerful flatus was quite impossible to believe and yet it was occurring for this gassy girl was not going to stop her cacophony of tuba blasting braps: it was all or nothing when it came to being filled to the brim with fart gas and it seems quite appropriate that the victim would be blasted to such a degree, with her fanning herself. "I could definitely make use of this methane mess on a canvas~!"