Untie Her

It takes a long time, but eventually you free the woman from her bondage. Wincing, she removes and tosses the heavy nipple clamps onto what must be hundreds of yards of rough, hempen rope.

However long she spent tied naked to the chair seems to have cured her of any modesty. She seems indifferent to being naked. You do your best not to stare.

The woman chooses the jagged pink door, "anywhere else is better than here," she remarks. She dashes across the small room, throwing open the door, revealing a thick, swirling mist on the other side. Without hesitating, the woman disappears into the mist.

You follow a few steps behind, but as you cross the threshold ...