No, knock on the door

Shaking your head a bit, you hobble up to the front door on your awkward legs, and knock on the wooden surface. Your hand resonates on the door with a quick pair of strikes, but by the time you move forwards for the third knock, the door swings open, as if by magic. There's no one immediately on the other side, but a distinctly recognizable voice calls "Come in!" from inside. You step forwards across the archway, painfully aware of the fact that you're dripping on the floor, which is mostly wood aside from a few mismatched carpets strewn around.

There's a staircase heading up to the second floor directly in front of you, with only a wall on the left, whereas the right opens up into a larger room. On your immediate left is another wooden door, but the witch's voice appeared to have come from the right, and so you move that way, entering her common room. A rocking chair sits in the corner, as well as a sunken and faded green couch up against the wall by the stairs. General clutter fills the floor and the shelves strewn about, large storage units filling the corners.

Just then, the witch rounds the corner. She's wearing clothes- a black corset laced with white frills that does nothing to cover her breasts, only highlight them, but extends upwards to the bottom of her shoulders and lengthens into sleeves. Her lower body sports a purple loincloth that only reaches her knees, thin enough that you can see the hidden outline of her cock, as well as a pair of black tights that reach halfway up the thigh.

"Oh, my, what have you gotten yourself into?" She asks, a sly smile across her face.