Bust Rooms!

You open your eyes and before you there are two tall oak doors. You stand up, your mind groggy and you moan, confused by the sights before you. You look around, there are no windows, just thick stone walls. You look down at your body.

You're a mildly attractive woman, with an average build and average qualities. Your hair was pulled back into a messy bun and you wore a lace bralette and baggy grey sweatpants. You had beat up old converse sneakers on your feet. You groaned again, rubbing your eyes before you noticed a sign.

"Fight your way to freedom"

You sighed, knowing whatever was on the other side of those doors was not going to be friendly to you. You cracked your knuckles, readying yourself. It was time to get your game face on. You were not going to be left here sad and defeated, you were gonna make your way out!

By any means necessary.