"Please take your clothes off to proceed." an automated voice said over the elevator intercom. "Due to current curse contamination on this floor, all clothing not warded against curses must be stored in a secured area to prevent attachment. A storage bin will be provided for visitors."
Grumbling at magical anti-safety precautions, you strip naked and leave the instruction note attached to the package. The doors open, allowing you to shovel your clothes into the visitor's bin and cover your crotch with the delivery. You don't notice the missing underwear or socks, probably because fairies. Exposed, you look down the main hallway and lobby of Floor 12+1. It's a pretty homely college dorm deal, with a few signs about accessibility and safety precautions based on the current residents on a signboard.
"Due to current curse contamination on this floor, all visitors must be scanned invasively." a more neutral male voice emits from a different loudspeaker. "An anti-chastity enchantment will be applied for the duration of your visit, to prevent passive curse spread from anchoring. Please allow residents to take advantage of curse disposal protection."
In a significantly smaller voice, "(and your body)" was appended followed by high-speed legal copy or possibly a spellcasting aria that made that obligating. Not that there was much a difference these days.
The groping across your body you'd experienced in the elevator amplifies, most likely the invasive scanning in question. Something grabs your cock and a sweeping sensation similar to being licked gets you in the slit, while something probing begins loosening you up from behind. Something more like a dick than a hand sweeps across your face before gently pushing its way into your mouth for an oral examination. A real suck-and-fuck operation and they're just making sure nothing sticks? Wow.
You're more embarrassed than aroused, but you do get a boner as the technique kicks in below. Soft cyan light courses down your dick and up your ass on the inside, a temporary protection uncannily like urethral sounding and a lubricated dildo as your body relaxes unnaturally. The stretching fades, your mouth glows light blue a bit, your dick lights up briefly for the same, and in the flowing lettering of a sexual demon tattoo 'Just Visiting' writes itself on cursive below your belly button in the same magic illumination that stays this time. The occasional erotic touch still happens, your asshole feels funny like it wants to be filled, sucking on something would be a treat right now, and you seem clear to proceed.
You're slightly horny, enough so your physical arousal doesn't fade and the urges to do things seem natural. But even more than that, you feel open to being taken advantage of only temporarily. Like you can't be chaste or locked up in a prison somewhere, that there's no room for extra branding because you're already taken by somebody whose sharing terms are quite clear. Any curse that messes with you is gonna have to let go, and stay let go when you leave this floor....assuming everything goes to plan. Fairy blessings, maybe not so cursed but maybe much more messing with you.
You just gotta deliver this package and go. You head down the hallway, not paying attention to the common room and re-read the instructions.
Your horoscope wasn't kidding when it said today's a bad day, so what gives?