Locked

Damn it's locked. You give it a slight shoulder barge just to make sure but it's not going anywhere.

You take a step back to see if there are any open windows or any other way in.

You notice one of the windows on the upper floor is open. If only there was some way of climbing up. Your smart black boots are not designed to be climbing walls. Not that you've been great at climbing since you're breasts filled in. Too much of an obstacle in between you and the wall/tree.

You look around the yard for anything you can stand on. You could stack they tyres up, there's quite a few it might give you enough height to be able to pull yourself up you think to yourself.

Why the hell am I bothering though? Clearly no one here is bothered. I can't see any sign of **** entry. Maybe I should just go to the spa.