An Arcade Room

The sights and sounds of an arcade fill your senses as the door slams shut behind you. Looking behind you the door seems sealed shut with no way to open it. Considering the noises, the room appears surprisingly empty.

The only things of note within the room are an air hockey table and on the far wall a metal door with what looks like a dildo for a handle, along with a wooden door with a pair of breasts in place of a push-bar. Both doors have a slot in them around the size of an air hockey puck. There is also an unnervingly realistic, large, moulded pair of buttocks at ground level, the artificial sphincter looking like it would be possible to squeeze through if you're really ****. A bunch of sealed doors with no handles or obvious ways to open line the perimeter of the room on the other three walls and the floor is carpeted with a busy pattern.

As you walk towards the doors, a woman looking to be in her mid-30s, hair looking somewhat dishevelled, enters the room from another sealed door, slamming shut behind her. As she does the same mental scanning of the room you've just done, you take in her figure - She's dark-haired, wearing a white shirt, and a grey knee-length skirt and - surprisingly - is barefoot. She starts looking you over, taking in your attire, while walking towards the air hockey table.

You start moving around the table, towards the rear wall, before she smirks at you. "Go ahead and squeeze your way through an asshole if you want, but I'm pretty sure we're going to have to play for one of us to leave by a door."