Hide? Escape? Come clean?
Escape through a window.
Looking around the room she spots a window nearby. Quickly she ran towards the window and opened up, jumping through.
However it didn’t go according to plan as she forgot about her extremely widened hips and got caught in the windowsill. Nyra newly expanded hips wedged firmly between the wooden edges, she tried desperately to get herself unstuck, the frantic wiggle only makes her gargantuan tush jiggle with the from the moment.
"This can't be happening," she hisses under her breath, fingers digging into the windowsill as she tries to twist free. The necklace glints in her grip, its strange, voluptuous design seeming to mock her current predicament. "Damn artifact... what kind of curse did you put on me?"
Her voice wavers between panic and fury, the unfamiliar weight of her enlarged breasts pressing uncomfortably against the confines of her blouse.
Suddenly the lights turned on behind her, causing her to freeze in motion and look back to who she assumes is the owner of the mansion.
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