To the left.

Sonja makes her way down the hallway, though her pray that no one appears is not answered. As the door on the other side of the hallway creeks open the she-bandit is **** to barge into the room before her. Closing the door as quickly and quietly as she can, Sonja looks around with mixed feelings.

On the good, the room is unoccupied. On the bad, the redhead brigand is now standing in a **** chamber. A large bondage table, that can pivot up and down, dominates the center of the room. Manacles hang from the ceiling, while whips, branding irons, and cruel looking pincers decorate the walls. Three sturdy cell doors each line the walls to Sonja's left, right and across from her. Each door is reinforced with iron, has a key hole and a small grilled widow in its center. Eight of them are closed, except for the one to Sonja's immediate left.

"Mitra's ass." The she-bandit swears as she hears at least three voices coming down the hallway towards the **** chamber. Clenching her sword's hilt Sonja looks about, pondering whether she should try to hide or confront the owners of such a repugnant place.