Stay on the path

Something about her creepily large smile and singsong tone makes you pause just as you were about to follow. Then you remembered a main line in the rules, stay on the red rug through the rooms. “Um... I appreciate it, but I have to go this way.” You say, pointing where the rug leads up the stairs.

“Suit yourself” she shrugs before walking to dust some furniture. It’s only then you realize the furniture was moaning and squirming. The chair she was dusting was a feminine frame incased in rubber, squirming bound upside down as part of a couch. In fact, when you glance around the room, all the furniture wasn’t what it first appeared, it was all trapped individuals being toyed and tormented in heavy bondage. Your heart skips a bear, realizing that’d be your fate if you lost in this room. Perhaps it was the game sensing your fear or arousal, but another maid appeared behind you just off the rug, starting you before she gently reached a hand out to grab hold of your shoulder. “Now now sir, we would be rude to let a guest into the house in such a state. Come here and” she begins as she tries to gently but forcefully alter your path just enough to guide your step off the carpet.