Choose the couch

"I think I'll stick to the couch, thanks though. We can talk about... things... more in the morning." The witch clearly seems disappointed when you state your intention to sleep alone, but accepts it, considering she thought to offer in the first place, before finally leaving a towel and heading upstairs with a brisk pace.

You can't help but consider sneaking out in the middle of the night to avoid your punishment, but think better of it, as you don't want to make the powerful, teleporting witch angry. After a few more minutes of soaking in the cool bath, you stand up and brush off a few drops, taking the towel off a table where Alicia had left it.

Quickly toweling off, you grab the dress, figuring some sort of cover is better than lying on the couch exposed, even if it's not particularly comfortable. Donning the outfit, you head back into the witch's living room, curling up on the couch, trying to focus on sleep rather than worrying about what the morning could bring.

During the night, you drift in and out of sleep, and one of the few things that stick with you is waking up to the sounds of moaning, the distinct voice of the witch carrying down the stairs as she masturbates in her bed, and you can't help but think about how likely it is that she's masturbating to the thought of you.

After a partially sleepless night, the morning finally comes, first light breaking through the windows and quickly waking you from the light rest you had fallen into. Based on the sound of light snoring that carries into the room, it's likely that Alicia is still asleep, and so you potentially have a chance to leave, explore the house, or something else. The main places you haven't been are upstairs and the basement, which you assume is accessed through a trapdoor in the far corner of the living room, barely visible underneath a pile of general livelihood debris.