Wednesday night, 8pm, Bedroom
In her exploration of the building and its grounds so far, the most exciting thing she had stumbled upon (that she 'forgot' to mention to Riley), was that her room had a trap door under the rug to the left of her bed. She had only found it after she tripped over the edge of the rug a few nights earlier when a recent and disappointing conquest had failed in any attempt at positioning for her benefit. Moving and cleaning the rug had revealed a trap door, and considering she was on one of the upper floors the whole thing really made little sense.
Now the door in question was made to match the floor, a nice stereotypical large round ring used to pull it up on some hinges, with a sturdy metal ladder leading down what felt like to floors of the building. What was at the bottom initially amused her, thinking to the **** lord rumors and that he must have had a kinky side, as was initially facing a clothing rack containing latex body suits complete with masks and some with restraints already attached.
Pushing past the latex, and making a note she needed to try a few of those later, she ends up in a fairly small room, probably no more than 15 feet in either direction. The room had no windows, but the ceiling light was already on, either left on or motion activated, and around the limited wall space were workbenches with piles of notes and different contraptions. Having grabbed the first pile of notes and skipping through them, the theme appeared to be something out of any space series she has ever seen on TV, with one title popping up on multipul pages covered in formula and sciencey mumbo jumbo.
[Self Powering Portal Ring]
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