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You watch with uncertain fascination as the broom floats closer, all on its own. Once it comes within an arm's-length, it turns and slowly circles you, like a dog sniffing someone new, but more... robotic. You turn to watch it, standing in place, until it comes back around and swings upright before you.

It hovers for a moment, and you take a step forward, reaching a hesitant hand toward the broom's handle. It seems to lean in as you wrap your fingers around the end, levitating firmly in your grip. You find it doesn't budge easy, even thought it's floating in mid-air, as if it has a mind of its own. As you grab it with the other hand it swings down under you, the other end coming up behind you and lifting the handle up between your legs, effortlessly lifting you up onto your toes.

You gasp as the broom handle hefts you up by your naked crotch, frantically shifting your weight to lean on your arms instead as it goes higher and higher. It soon takes you too high to stand on your own two feet, and suddenly you're riding the broom, helplessly mewling as it carries you on through the topiary maze with a slowly bouncing flight path that isn't the easiest on your taint.

You grit your teeth as the hedges fly by, desperately clinging to the broom as it picks up speed, nearly falling off when it banks around corners with a surety you aren't too sure of. If the broom knows where it's going, you can only hope it ends up being a way out of this maze.

Before long it comes to a stretch of open path with a faint orange glow at the end. It flies onward with riveting speed, but as you get closer to the light you see the bushes arching over the end of the path--right at head-level.