Deep...

As you descended down the staircase, you found that it was far longer than you had originally believed. It was creepily silent, the only noise being your hesitant footsteps down into the depths.

Soon, however, you ended up in a large room, a single lantern hanging from the centre of the ceiling, lighting up what appeared to be a dungeon. There were multiple different pieces of 'furniture', the most off-putting being some stockades. Whoever owned this room, it was clear that they were a fan of hardcore sex.

You stepped further into the room, inspecting a bondage chair with a look of fearful curiosity. A hand emerges from the shadows and grabs your wrist, yanking you towards its source.

"Well then, stranger..." The silhouetted figure said, her voice having a seductive tone. "You're gonna be a good pet today, aren't you?"

A latex-bound hand tilts your face upright by the chin, the hand on your wrist letting go. As the person inspected you, something clicked.

You were in a dominatrix's dungeon.