Follow the snaps.

There were four more ways out of this room. One of them led to a staircase down, one — to a staircase up. The remaining two were similar corridors with red walls. Una went into one of them, as the snaps in the remote for her swimsuit suggested.

They led her into an oversized basketball gym. No door was in her way, and the strong smell of paint told the girl that someone was finishing the room within last hour.

The gym had appropriately colored thick rubber floor mostly covered by sports mats. Tens of various gym equipment were the main content of the room: runways, exercise bikes, bars built into walls, other training devices for different muscle groups. All of them looked normal, but the spirit of curiosity inside Una was long gone. Near the exercisers there were items that weakly pretended not to be another example of fetish gear: a vinyl leotard with stripes, stars and a built-in corset, a set of four fitness bracelets all connected by metal bars, few pairs of “sporty”-themed footwear, with all of them sporting a heel of 5 inches or higher. One pair of lacy ankle boots even had roller skates attached.

“If I was the second best runner in the world, using these on my rival would be my way to the top.”

“Maybe if we write in the complaints book, we can have them mailed to us?”

“Hey. See this shiny thing up there? This is why we’re here, and this is the evidence. Evidence that this room was made for me exclusively.” — Una placed her hands at her mouth like a loudspeaker and shouted:

“THANKS A FUCKING LOT, MR. ARCHITECT!”

“And how do we get up there?”

Una inspected the upper part of the room. It featured a whole network of acrobatic rings hanging from the ceiling down the rope. Some ropes were thicker and went right into the floor, forming an improvised rod with rubber rings as connecting elements between parts of the rope. The key that Una needed was placed in a glass container and hung by a small hook near on the height of approximately 15 yards.

“Isn’t falling from this height, like, fatal?”

“Yes it is! Let’s carry the mats to the scene to change that.”

The mats were thick and heavy, therefore fit for the cause but hard to drag around. Una found the process extremely uncomfortable in her current attire.

“I need a steadier stance for this one.” — She looked back at the entrance to the gym and thought for a second. — “There aren’t any other doors between me and the exit, right?”

“You weren’t complaining previously! I feel betrayed.”

“One last leap to freedom, and we can have everything you’d like! If we’re allowed to take these boots with us, I’ll take them.”

“You’re not going away with just boots, young lady!”