Go for the feather.

With a sharp nod, Samantha gave her best look of determination.

"Alright. Ill get the feather. But lets not forget this is a team effort here. If you need help, ill bail you out and i expect you to do the same for me."

"Girl, for a quarter of a million, I'll put up with alot of shit. Just dont drag me down huh and give a shout if you need anything." As Rachel took off up the stairs, Samantha turned to the right. Well how bad could it be. This was only room 3 after all. As she opened the door, she was brought up short by the interior. "Well damn." The room was a study room on the surface, but everything seemed to be made of bound contestants. The desk was made of two girls locked into place. Bent at the waist with their faces facing outward, their hooded and gagged faces seemed locked in pleasure. Another girl was upside down and fashioned into a chair. As she continued to scan the room, Samantha saw that there was a girl strapped to the ground as a bearskin rug, 2 more as wall art, and 2 naked girls in latex trophy cases. As all the captured girls squirmed in their bondage, the entire room seemed to be writhing and alive. As Samantha stood there in shock, she noticed a black raven feather perched precariously on top of the two girls that formed the desk. It seemed remarkably easy. Almost too easy.