Hide in the tub.

You strain your ears to hear who it is, then the obviously pissed off voice of the German guard you fought with rings out. Then they apparently hear the still running water as you hear several heavy footsteps heading for the bathroom door. You know there is no way you are getting out of here alive if you fight and decide to do the only thing you can think of. “Sorry hon.” You say with a flash of a smile and with a single palm strike to her head you nock Amber ****. You then dump as much soap into the tub to cloud the water and climb in pulling her **** body on top of you. Your heart races as your internal air supply finally kicks in and the tub fills slowly with soapy water. You ready yourself for anything as the door snaps open and they enter.

“Fuck, she killed Amber.” You assume is the Madam’s voice declares as they look into the room.

“Then where the fuck is she, and why did she leave her armored coat here when she left?” The incredibly pissed German demands, his strong voice sounding twisted through the water you are submerged in.

“How the fuck should I…” The rest you are unable to make out as the voices move farther away.

You do your best to keep Amber’s mouth above water above you but you have no idea if she is drowning. Time seems to crawl by as you wait for the telltale slam of them exiting the room outside. Finally it comes and you rise out of the water and quickly check her still body for a glimmer of life. She isn’t breathing and despite your urge to leave her to her fate, you take a few moments to try to revive her. To your amazement she coughs up a blob of water before collapsing once again, this time breathing softly.

As you go to leave you almost fall as you notice the heel on your left foot was apparently snapped off at some point. “Well isn’t that just fucking fantastic.” You curse quietly as you kick off what remains of your shoes and step into the bedroom wearing only what remains of your soaking wet ripped pantyhose. The room is empty, no one, no coat, nothing. Deciding quickly not to just run out naked you quickly open the top drawer and grab the first thing you find, a simple black tube dress that is a bit too tight hugging your body like a glove but holding your tits in nicely. After a couple of steps you rip the sides at the bottom so you can pull it down low enough to cover your ass and still move your legs. With a quick look in the closet you find a pair of boots that look like they will fit, they are ankle length black patent leather with towering chunky 7” heels with a sloping platform under the toe. As you expected they don’t hinder your movement even the slightest. Your eyes flash about the room calling up everything you can about this place on your computer.

It seems you are either going to have to head out the door, down the stairs, and head for the front or back, wait here and see who comes back, or run down the hall to the last room, the Madams private room, where a window doesn’t appear to be barred.