She searches for an exit.

Jen marched away from the wardrobes. She would be taking much larger steps, but her newest purchase made sure they were within ladylike length. {If Insanity > 38}Unable to match her stride with her mood, the girl ran out steam and just stopped.

“Did I say something wrong? You hand-picked your attire and put it on with your own hands. I would expect you to keep up the good work.”

“Yeah. I got mad for little reason. But if I stay in one place for too long, I’ll never get anywhere. I’ll never learn where I am and how to get back home.”

“You don’t remember what your home looks like, do you? What if your home sucks? Then I agree, we better find a warm and cozy corner in here to stay at as a plan B.”

“Yikes.”

{else}”You’ll get tired quickly if you stretch the step beyond the skirt’s limit.”

The girl stopped.

“Did I ask for your advice? All you do is try to get me in trouble.”

“I’m trying to get you in pleasure. It’s a different thing, but some enjoy both of them at the same time.”

“I don’t want ‘pleasure’.”

“Of course you do, silly! They wouldn’t call it ‘pleasure’ if it wasn’t the term for something you want.”

Instead of answering, Jen started moving again and her heels started clicking to the whole hall again. Her focus was strong, and the voice decided to stop its attempts of breaking it for this brief moment.{endif}

She apporached the wall and saw multiple entrances. Some were blocked off by white blinds, some had doors for the job. The vastness of the hall smoothened the perception, but the total amount of doors and blinds was quite large. And she was only seeing one of the four sides! Jen decided that doors were more promising, and approached one of the closer ones.

“3/3”

That’s what the green screen to the right of the knob told her. Judging from her previous experience with a local door, that was a positive message.