Nothing? Really?

With minimal effort, you pushed the doors open to reveal you were in a rather large tower with a set of spiraling stairs going downward from some secluded area, most likely leading up to some room of... wherever you were and there nothing else there.

You shrugged, figuring this place was haunted or some such mundane bullshit. Eh, not very exciting or new for composite gal such as you.

With a sigh of utter boredom, you dragged yourself downstairs, barely paying any mind to the off and on potential cries of the damned you heard beyond the walls. You certainly weren't fazed when the torches blown though you did curse as you nearly lost your footing. At the end of the stairs, you came upon a barred off door that would leave some creatures blocked. Off course, you shoulder charged through that wooden bitch with ease and only had to wipe off a few splinters.

on the other side was merely some old basement of sorts and old **** devices littered the ground. You had no doubt in your mind most of it was used for intense BDSM sessions one could think of. That would certainly be nice as it sounded if your pain receptors worked properly. Eh, at least you had regular sex to look forward to.

You took several steps inside the room before you suddenly felt yourself go a tiny bit more stiff, mostly your nipples, as if the air around you had become colder. The warm, fuzzy feeling of **** grew stronger too, as if something morbid crawled into the already depressing atmosphere.

You weren't alone in this room and you had a classic feeling something was about say, pull a jump scare on you the moment you turned around. Boring but certainly better than outright nothing but "eeriness".

Hopefully it was something more interesting and fuckable than a mere ghost.