She heads out towards a door.

Breathing heavily and squirming from the satisfying feeling of restraint every once in a while, ex-Jen left the wardrobe and started moving towards the closest door. Emanating pride and confidence, she was placing one shackled stiletto shoe in front of another. Click! Clack! Click!

"Please, hear me! Please, notice me, see how helpless I am!" — the voice was thinking, and the very thought of someone appearing just to collect a **** ready for eternal service was almost pushing Jen out of her mind.

"Go on. Go forward, please. We can still get out of here... and find our new master."

Eventually the girl reached the door. The "8/3" screen clearly stated that it was ready to let her through, she just needed to turn the knob. It was a little challenging; she had to turn her back against the door and bend her knees a little. After that, it was fairly easy to find and open the round knob.

Clumsily, but still with dignity, the girl pulled the door open and went through. The new room was small, its walls were painted violet. The single round ceiling lamp was lighting the room very weakly, just enough to see its edges and the outlines of three elevators. The screens near each of them had slightly brighter light settings, so it only took a few seconds for the girl to adjust her eyes to the new environment.

"8/3" "8/5" "8/8"

Apart from these numbers on the screens, the elevators were absolutely identical in their appearance. She could enter any of them.

"Looks like the left one is for those who still have a chance of opening themselves up."

"Pathetic. We were just worthy enough to pass the dress code on the right one. I say we go there."