Go down the stairs.

I come down the stairs into a stone-walled cellar, wide and spacious, built the whole way under the house. It's filled with pieces of strange and curious equipment. Cages, pillories, stocks, shackles, racks of whips and paddles and other implements of **** - it's a sex dungeon! How kinky! I have to take a look around this place.

I step inside, and hear a whimper. A dark-complexioned young lady in a maid's costume is strapped down across a spanking bench with her skirt pinned up and her frilly panties pulled down to expose her plump buttocks. A leather paddle hangs from the rack next to her. She's fast asleep. She must have been punished and left down here alone, to while away the night in bare-bottomed bondage. How cruel.

But she's not quite alone. I catch sight of a golden-haired girl hanging from the ceiling in a birdcage, also asleep, dressed in nothing but a flimsy nightgown and bound at hand and foot. Nearby, a handsome young lad is shackled to a table, lying flat on his back with his arms and legs spread-eagled. He's also wearing a maid's costume. His skirt is flipped up to expose lacy panties stretched over a firm cock. Making boys dress up as girls! How humiliating! This Rinelda really is quite the pervert.

The insight into my target's sex life is fascinating, but I'm not sure it's getting me any closer to my goal. I turn to leave, and I feel a stone click under my boot. Of course. A trap. And judging from Rinelda's tastes, I can guess what kind of trap.