Continue onwards

Dropping the bucket back into the well with disgust, you stalk back towards the opposite exit, heading deeper into the catacombs.

As you walk, it becomes clear that your shirt is not going to be able to properly contain your leaking breasts, as their increases weight jiggles slightly with every step and the two dripping nipples slide out from underneath the confines of the light fabric. Having not been given a proper release, you can practically hear the fluid sloshing around in either breast, and by the time you enter the hallway your breasts are releasing a full stream, twin lines of milk tracing their way down your body, occasionally falling against the floor with a noticeable dripping noise.

Exiting opposite of where you entered leads to a very short hallway, which you can already see the end of. The ground changes under your feet, as the natural dirt and grass give way to a cold, unforgiving metal sheet. Your footsteps on the metal echo through the hall, both ahead and behind you.

It opens up into a similarly unnatural room, small and perfectly cubed. Two identical doors stand on the opposite wall, solid metal with no way to see through them. The only difference is in their hinges- they each appear to open outwards from the center, rather than in the same direction. There's a mirror on the wall, the same height as you, and a table in the other corner, a singular wooden chair next to it. Above the table are various cabinets of shapes, sizes, and materials, from small wooden squares to large metal circles.