Walk to a sculpture of a butt sticking out of the wall.

You walk closer to a most intriguing piece of art: A butt sticking out of a wall, as if a women was mured into that place, and only her rear visible to the outside. For a brief moment, you even wonder if this is a real butt, but a short touch convinces you that it is made of some kind of lacquered clay or a similar material. Still, it looks impressively true-to-live, especially given the rather dim light in the red corridor, so one could imagine that this is a real woman being trapped here.

Or maybe, as some of those other pictures here, this is just the artificial image of something you might find in this house, later that evening? The thought seems creepy and arousing at the same time.

You contemplate the nice round ass, and a sly grin sneaks on your face. You wonder what you would do to that nice piece of ass, if it were, indeed, a real woman. And how the woman on the other side would feel. Certainly exposed, without a doubt. Certainly helpless. She couldn't even see what's going on here on your side. Nor could she prepare. It would all come very sudden.