Depending on which way she went, she'd bump into another mirror.  The direction she'd used to come inside of the tent seemed to have disappeared.  The smell of sex would begin to permeate the tent's interior.  The images in the mirror began to change, revealing her to be behind the creature that was fucking the woman.  A low, deep laugh began to roll through the tent.  "Look at the poor girl," the voice said.  "All alone in a house of mirrors.  That can change, sweetheart.  Take two steps back."<br/><br/>A shadow formed in the mirror behind her, but only visible in the mirror in front of her.  Should she turn to look, the mirror behind her still looked normal.  It was only as she was facing the one in front of her, where the creature and woman were working towards a simultaneous climax, that the one behind her contained the shadow.  The intricacies of the mirror were manifold, and how one looked at them changed the interior of what a person saw.<br/><br/>If Barbie moved to another set of mirrors, the image would change.  This time, the woman wouldn't be bent over.  She'd be on her knees with the creature force feeding her his cock.  The thing continued to stare at Barbie, a vicious grin on his face as his cock was deep within the woman's throat.  The bulge created from the size of the creature was disturbingly large.