There is a pair of *SNAPS*.

It happened inside the top pair of her boots' keyholes. They threw Jen off her pace, but since she was trying to make distance from the three lustful maids, she tried to understand its nature on the move.

"Gosh, I just hope they're not evolving or whatever the shit they were doing again. Kidnapped, trapped, tricked, chased. Did I really deserve it all? Oh, yeah, stripped of memory, so I can't even make an assumption on that."

"Why do you think this is all to spite you? Didn't you think this was supposed to be a fun ride, like it was for these three girls? I bet this was not the first time they creamed their uniforms. You ride a rollercoaster in a car, not climb it with a ladder."

At this point, the corridor split into three more directions. One was an indefinitely long continuation of these technical passages, the other two were presented in the form of doors. One was labeled "Service" and the other "Playground".

"If I find a way out of my ladder, might as well take a proper ride. But I'm very far from that. How am I going to find the correct keys?" — Jen asked herself. The snaps, in the meantime, not only repeated themselves, but also became more frequent. — "Oh. What if that's how they announce themselves? If I'm right, one's gotta be behind one of the doors. Fuck this swimsuit and these boots, I'm so tired of walking, but stopping might be a costly mistake."