Stay on

You almost step off, catching yourself and stoping. “No, I’m fine. Thank you, but I’m continuing on.” You say politely but firmly, shrugging off her hand, then walking up the stairs. Yes, that was all a bluff of confidence, but apparently it was enough for the game. As you walk up the stairs, you look and see the two maids taking out their loss on the seat from before, to the point you hear genuine screams of painful pleasure. That is truly terrifying, but you distract yourself with following the carpet into the first room upstairs.