Jen goes deeper into the corridor.

She felt weird and wobbly. this was probably because of her confidence that she had just done something very important. There was one way to get over it, and it was to get through the corridor. After a few dozens of steps, she found herself in the middle of an expensively-looking polished wood staircase. It went both up and down.

Going down looked much easier, so Jen just went there, staring ahead blankly while holding the handrails. At this moment, she felt initiated into a sacrament, as if there was a society of permanent dildo wearers. And all she cared for was this explorable sensation in her brain.

After descending, Jen saw a round room with five passages, including the one she just came from. Climbing plants she did not recognize served as a framing for the hemisphere-shaped ceiling. Behind it was sky with slowly moving clouds. Being in a mood for a big think, the girl just watched them until her neck got tired of keeping her chin up.

Then she saw it. The "EXIT" sign above the only door in the room. She turned the knob, but it was locked. The display said "0/0", but the letters weren't red or green. They were black.

"What does that mean? I sealed the dick and now I can't escape because of that? Did I choose it over my freedom?"

"Freedom is what's causing you problems in your life. Take it away — you won't need to be responsible for anything, just do as you're told. I'm glad you made the right choice."