No, and she should try to go back through the bar door.

"This is all too much. What am I doing here?" Anne says aloud, frustrated as she stands up. The bottle is still sitting on the table, and she knows that bottle definitely wasn't there when she sat down. Ben has been gone too long, and she is clearly regretting trusting him enough to follow him to this strange place in the first place.

"That's clearly a trap," she speaks about the bottle. You notice that as she does so, she has to bite her lip a moment while looking at it, as if even clearly knowing that wasn't quite enough to fully stave off the want to drink it anyway. But she shakes her redhaired head and says, "NO!" to herself, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly to calm herself down.

"I need to go back. This whole thing went wrong when I lost sight of the book," she nods to herself, moving back to the free-standing door. She is not sure how she'll pick up that random person's trail again, but trying has to be better than waiting in this grey mystery room for some stranger to come back who himself might be bad.

As you watch, the St. Pauli Girl dressed girl walks around the door, observing it. It just looks like a normal, white door, the kind you'd find in any house and not think anything about. But they definitely came from it, so it's obviously a magic door that leads to the magic pub, right?

Determined, Anne reaches out to the doorknob to open the portal—

"Ow!"

—but is suddenly shocked as if by static electricity, making her pull her hand back.

She rubs her hand a bit, the tingle of the shock lingering. "Stupid static..." she complains softly to herself, reaching out again.

But this time, it's like her arm is drawn upward, to the upper-middle section of the door. As her hand touches it, you watch as her fingers seem to melt into a little pool of silver liquid, sticking to the front of the white wood.

"Ah! What the hell?!" she says in shock, trying to pull back, but she can't seem to pull her hand away. Her arm is sinking more into the small pool of silver there, tugging her toward the door. "NNn... let go!" She says to the unthinking doorway, putting her other hand on her arm and pulling back. But all that accomplishes is that her other arm also gets drawn in to the silvery liquid!

"H-hey! Ah!" With a sudden tug forward, the girl's arms melt more into the silver, but the pool doesn't seem to be growing more than eight or nine inches in diameter, even as most of Anne's arms have melted into it. You watch with rapt attention, wondering if she's being drawn through the door... but then realizing that, no, she's just literally turning into that liquid silver on it.

"H-HELP!" She finally calls out as the transformation claims more of her slender arms. You watch as her eyes go wide, her head being drawn forward, her chest being pulled against the door. Before she can call out a second time, her beautiful head is pulled down with a muffled scream as it joins the silvery liquid on the front of the door!

After that, her feet are pulled up off of the floor. Her body is suspended, and still kicking, still aware as her torso is drawn in. You stare as her breasts are pulled from the dress, bare and jiggling in her struggle before turning silver and melting into the small puddle on the front of the door. Her midsection is next, and then the dress is wriggled off of her entirely as her hips are pulled in. You see the dress get kicked off of her sexy legs before they, too, are claimed by the hungry silver, leaving the pile of clothing on the floor, in front of the door, with no sign of Anne.

No sign of her except for the swirling, shiny, liquid metal that is still concentrated into that small pool on the door. Your view seems to zoom in on it more as it starts to take shape.

First, two round objects emerge from it, big and round, expanding out, and with two prominently sculpted... nipples. You're looking at a pair of silvery breasts! Then, above them, an armless pair of shoulders form. And finally, atop the middle of those shoulders, the silver liquid forms into a silver face and then full head, with the sculpted styled hair and facial features of Anne. She looks like she's either surprised or moaning... or... possibly both.

What happened? Why can't I move? Help! Ah, I can't speak, either! You hear her thinking in panic, still aware. But the change isn't quite done yet. You hear her panicked thoughts suddenly turn to a passionate moan, OOOOOoOoooh~!

You don't have to wait long to see why. Something is forming at her nipples—first, a bar connects them as if pierced through both, then that bar curves on the outsides, bending downward below her bust. The bar finally curves inward until it connects into one solid piece.

It's then that you realize what you're looking at: Anne has been turned into a silver door knocker.... with knockers!

When Ben eventually does come back, he is disappointed at first to find out what had happened to Anne, but he didn't exactly seem too broken up about it. "Just another slut that couldn't avoid the Trickster's traps," you hear him say as he examines the busty bust now stuck to the door.

Upon further investigation, he and this weird group he's with figure out that by using the knocker on the former-Anne, the door would always safely lead them to Nowhere. Ironic, considering how Anne ended up trapped there forever... but actually super convenient for Ben and his colleagues as they no longer need the key-item to get back and forth.

For her part, Anne actually gets used to her new fate fairly quickly. Whatever the magic is that changed her kept her from ever getting bored. And any time someone comes in to use the knocking ring, that is "pierced" between her silver nipples, she gets a sexual thrill through her whole metal body. She even gets to see her friend Kacie again! ...granted, it's when Ben comes though the door with her short-haired friend naked and on a leash, begging to suck his cock, but hey, it's nice to see her so happy! Anne is sure her friend will have all sorts of fun times here, but she also knows her place is here at the door.

And it always will be.

THE END