Get into the office.

Picking up the stool and holding high overhead you slam it down on the doorknob over and over till finally with a “Ping” it pops off. With the knob broken off you finger the hole till you can work it open. The little office doesn't offer much, a tiny desk and padded chair, a shitty old computer, a metal file cabinet that is locked, and a tower of shelves full of junk, and random tools. A small open door at the back of the office leads to a very small bathroom. Sitting on the desk is the makeup kit you used before, but it looks a lot more used than you remember. “Huh, that is odd.” You say as you pick through it. Scooping up a eyebrow pencil, mascara, some light pink eyeshadow, and pink nail polish you step into the bathroom and set it all on the sink. It kinda sucks doing it, but you use some rather rough brown paper towels to wash yourself off. Basically clean you then set to putting on the makeup. You don't do as good of a job as before, almost as if last time something was aiding you, but you do manage to do a pretty fair job of making yourself a little more sexy. “What am I doing, I look like a whore.” You say with a laugh as you finish, quickly realizing that you clearly looked just as good with no makeup. Staring at yourself in the mirror you can't help but run your fingers over your sexy long neck running your thumb and forefinger on your somewhat pronounced clavicles. Looking down you can also see the bottoms of your ribs. “I am so skinny. Fuck I am built like one of those runway models.” Leaning in you add, “Not tall enough though.” Opening wide you decide your tongue is sexy and notice happily that your teeth seem perfect. As you stare at yourself though one odd thing happens, your hand lightly runs over your neck and suddenly you hear yourself say, “Oh I would love to **** the life out of that little slut.” Stunned your eyes go wide, “The fuck did I just say?” Shaking it off you head back out of the bathroom and pick through the desk. The bottom drawer in the desk is locked but using a screwdriver and hammer you pop it open. “Cool.” Inside you find a little strongbox. Opening it you find a little pile of 9 $100 bills, 2 loaded magazines and a little black pistol with pearl handles. “Whoa, that is so sweet.” Picking it up you can see that it is also loaded. Reading the side you can see it is an old German gun, a Mauser hsc cal. 7.65 and as you look it over you can see a blue glow coming from within it as well. “It's magic.” But as you eject the magazine and look it over you decide it is the ammo that is magic, not the gun. “Still cool.” You toss the makeup you used into the little strong box and head out of the bathroom, no closer to getting out of here, but happy to have a little gun. Your first instinct is to go over the wall, but as you look at the little magic bullets you can't help but wonder if they can knock down the magic barrier.