Yes, (A hut)(wholsome fetish route)

The clouds grew thicker and thicker and you could hear them rumbling.
The sun just said goodbye to the CessPonds and a dark cold night was approaching.
It worries you that if it were to rain, the CessPonds would probably partially flood.
If that were to happen, only your newfound friend could probably get you out of here.
You would be totally at her mercy, the thought is arousing to you and somehow you hope that this is exactly what will happen.

The way was quite pleasant despite the darkness and the fog.
One mist cloud after the other, but after each one you seemed to be somewhere else.
The cessponds showed you the little good they had to offer.
Old statues, huge flowers, such things were at the wayside.
Your companion had also started to hum a melody.
It was a moment for eternity.

After a while you got to her hut.
Her hut stood on a hill, surrounded by water and large swamp trees.
The hill was a sea of flowers, which besides the hut itself was disturbed only by an empty vegetable garden and a hole full of water.

The hut had a stone foundation and was not small it almost seemed like a proper house.
With a very sweet "welcome" she invites you to enter.

You stood in a bigger living room with a small kitchen, where she seemed to brew potions.
Two more doors led to a bathroom and a bedroom.
The house also seemed to have a attic and a basement.
At least you saw a steep staircase going up and a trapdoor in back.