Flee into the house.

Panicked, I run out of the room, fleeing further into the house. As I trot down the winding, labyrinthine corridors I'm very conscious that my clothes have been taken, and that if I'm caught I'll not only be arrested but embarrassed. I need to find something new to wear, now! I hate the thought of being dragged away by the town guards without any clothes on, and having all of Redfathom learn the story of my shameful misadventure.

I come to a halt at the end of a hallway, standing before two doors. One is painted white, the other black. Looks like I have another decision to make.