Find a way out...

The heat is getting to be a bit much. You feel your hair getting damp from both the moisture in the air, and your own sweat. You're actually glad they tied your hair back into a ponytail at the start of all of this, as creepy as it is to think about how they styled and dressed you while you were ****.

The heat only gets worse and the mud only thicker the further you travel. The awful sensation of your flats being stuck in the mud a reminder of how badly you're being slowed by this awful environment. The fact this room contains multiple biomes is no doubt a marvel of alien science, but not one you have the luxury of considering right now, with that mania foot-fetishist in pursuit!!

You finally see light ahead through the trees and make your way to the clearing...

A door!! There's a door to exit the room! You recognize its shape and style from the last few chambers you've escaped. You take a step forward to run for it and...

... woah! Suddenly you catch yourself.

In between you and the way out is large body of goopy water... or something like water any way. It appears to be crawling with alien lichen of some kind, and putrid slimes seem to ooze along its surface. Occasionally you see a bubble or a belch of steam from the waters, implying something volcanic underneath.

You can SEE the door!! But diving into... whatever this swamp is made of seems like not the brightest idea... there's got to be a way to...

... are those... lillipads?

Sure enough, floating along the surface of the swamp are large, friendly green lillipads. You extend a leg and test the buoyancy and weight capabilities of the nearest one with a muddy ballet flat... and sure enough it seems like they could hold your weight!

This is great news! Now all you have to do is hop from pad to pad until...

"Who's that making a ruckus in my gosh darn swamp!?"

You hear a rumbling in the distance like the footfalls of some sort of large creature. Too big to be the Fetish Hunter... plus he didn't have feet, so much as a pseudopod...

"Who's in my swamp!?"

The alien's voice is not unlike that of a Louisiana hick and you hear a shot ring out that sounds not unlike a blunderbuss.

Great... being shot with a sleeping dart sounded bad enough, but that thing sounds like it would just kill you!

You want to be careful hopping across these pads, but it doesn't sound like you have that kind of time!!