Continue onwards

You go through the opening in the wall opposite from where you entered, which leads to a very short hallway, one that you can practically already see the end of. The ground changes under your feet, as the natural dirt and grass give way to a cold, unforgiving metal sheet. The loud clacking noise of your hooves on the metal echo through the hall, both ahead and behind you, and you're constantly reminded of the foreign weight of your body, your cock making quiet noises as it continually knocks against your bare thighs.

The passageway opens up into a similarly unnatural room, small and perfectly cubed. A single door is on the opposite wall, solid metal with no way to see through it. There's a mirror on the wall, the same height as you, and a table in the other corner, a singular wooden chair next to it. Above the table are various cabinets of shapes, sizes, and materials, from small wooden squares to large metal circles.