Exactly.

Una crawled on her knees, her outfit creaking and squeaking. The lights were confusing her, sight of her reflections intoxicated her. She had been there searching for an exit for what felt like hours. The girl was so glad to see the familiar ice cold white tiles under her fingers.

“We are not done there. You could take another walk in the maze. Isn’t it a dream choice to only witness your gorgeous state until the time runs out?”

“No, please... I’ll lose my mind there.”

“<em>And do you need it so much you can’t let it go? To me, it only tries to break our unity.</em>”

“You lie... no... you are mistaken. There is no such thing as unity of body and feelings without a conscience, unless you want to be a sex doll and not an actual person.”

Una’s silent speech wasn’t answered. She heard her breath steady itself, stood up, careful not to lose her balance after such shocking experience behind her, and stepped forward, being calmed by the loud clicks her heels made on the tiles.

After a few meters there was an entrance to the next room. There was no door, only a crimson velvet curtain.

Una caressed the pleasant fabric with her finger before swiping it out of her way. She saw another hall, a bit smaller than the first one. It wasn’t looking so well-maintained as the previous one as well. The area’s furniture was represented by moderately large plastic toy boxes standing in rows and gigantic bell-shaped plastic lids. There also was a rusty steel ladder that led to the second, technical floor, where rusty pipes were going along the walls. The girl stepped towards them, and three metronomic snaps that occurred at the same time almost threw her off balance.

“What? The place has keys for my whole outfit?” — Una thought of being finally free of the merciless heels that were hurting her as hell, and the corset which was cutting off her air supply so strictly she couldn’t even feel her orgasm come as she would just faint every time it neared completion. And the skirt which wasn’t so bad but prevented her from escaping the corset’s grasp on her waist.