Finding the vault.

Lara’s face flushes scarlet again. Not only is her mobility somewhat reduced by her hands being bound behind her back, but she now has no way of masking her exposed body. Her whole plan now hinges on helping these women find their lamp. It will be the first time in her career that she has worked with people like this. The stakes are high.

The two thugs drive her to an old manor site. When she steps out, she is horrified to discover that the manor is a popular tourist attraction. The tourist’s interests turn to Lara as the thugs lead her through. Lara’s cheeks flush bright red as she is led through the manor. While the sight of my tied up hands draws some looks, it is her exposed body which seems to captivate the attention of most people who have come to visit the estate. Without the use of her hands, the tourists are able to capture high definition photos of her wobbling breasts, her jiggling butt cheeks, and the dark strip of hair over her crotch.

At the entrance, she can feel the adrenaline course through her veins. The shame she feels at having to allow herself to be treated like this in front of complete strangers is like a knot tightening in her stomach.

The thugs lead her into a room that has been cordoned off from the tourists. It appears to be a study of some kind, it’s desk and bookshelves covered in cobwebs and dust.

“This room supposedly holds a hidden door that leads to a vault. The vault where the owner hid the wishing lamp. Since you’re the tomb raider, you should be able to find it.”

Lara’s gaze flickers between the thugs and the study. The last few places she visited that have had secret passages all had some indicator of their presence, no matter how small the clue. A loose floorboard. A picture that has been hanging by only one nail instead of two. A book that sits slightly too close to the edge of its shelf. Anything that stands out as different in an otherwise mundane place is usually a sign that there is something to hide there.

Lara spots a book, one that does not exhibit the same signs of age and decay as the others. It is probably a fake. She motions the thugs with her shoulder to pull on the book.