The Door Behind the Imp

As you approach the stern imp just offstage, his mouth parts into a wide smile: jagged yellow teeth biting almost clear through the fuming cigar.

"That's the spirit, sweetheart," the imp says through clenched teeth. "Hurry backstage and get dressed, the next show starts in fifteen minutes."

Your momentum and desire for some clothing carry you past the imp and through the door. Only after navigating your way to the tiny backstage dressing room do you start to consider your choice. Each room in the fun house must have a win condition, you think. Is this still part of the room? Did I already win? Or did I choose the wrong door?!

Before you can worry too much about it, a pair of strange women push their way into the cramped room. They each wear short, red-sequined cocktail dresses that match the flaming red hue of their victory rolled hair styles. Their skin though is an off-putting pale green-blue, and their pale yellow eyes lack pupils.

You relax somewhat as the two women begin dressing you with work-like disinterest, though your costume is somewhat minimal: white cuffs and collar with a tiny black tie; a skimpy black-sequined thong over black fishnets, and a sequined black domino mask.

Assuming they're finished, you look down at your attire, it doesn't leave much to the imagination, but at least you're not naked. You're surprised when the woman behind you pulls a large black ball gag between your teeth and buckles it in place. At the same time, the other woman slips a heavy straitjacket over you arms. The two work together at the multitude of buckles, locking the jacket in place.

Apparently, the second show is drastically different from the first ...