Look for the next closest checkpoint.

Beth did not want to be disturbed by the second voice again, so she decided against looting the second shelf under the bench. Instead, she waited for her feet to recover and threw her sharp glance at the depths of the Mall.

"Where's the next stop? I can't see any more benches deeper. Can I climb a wardrobe, am I capable of that?" — Beth looked down at her body. It was slim and moderately curvy, but definitely could not be called athletic. The sight of her own naked features did not wake up any more memories or specific feelings. — "How does my face look? Doesn't even matter, but I'm curious. Alright, let's get up one of these two-level big shelves. One, two, three!"

Beth rushed towards one of the rows. The floor was designed to be unbearable to walk over, and the few seconds of contact were quite painful in the end. The girl approached the shelves and noticed they were all covered with slider lids.

"This is some buffet-level furniture design. These are like tray covers." — she thought, quickly slid it upwards and hopped onto the edge. — "Hot potatoes will be... oh, this is..."

Beth picked up a golden belt with two attached vibrators. One for the wearer's vagina, the other for their anal opening. The buckle mechanism was very similar to the one on the boots she saw earlier, but this time her thoughts went different direction.

"So that's the design. Imagine an innocent being standing with this thing in her hands. It is a conflict of minds. In a usual situation, most would follow reason. So the mysterious owners of the most lighted haunted mansion in the world added a voice that would make her give in. The voice I was so mean to before. But I've got my own. And I'll prove I deserve to keep it with me."