"Where are my clothes!  Where am I...?" she asked the silence around her, not truly expecting any sort of answer.  It appeared she was alone.  Even in her solitude, as she stood she attempted to hide her nudity, bringing one arm across her soft B-cup breasts, and the other down to cover slit between her legs, unmarred by hair.  Loraine looked around the room in a panicky manner, trying to find some way out, or some way to contact whoever else might be able to see or hear her.<br/><br/>There were a few grooves in the walls, and crossing her legs to use the hand which previously kept her modesty down there, the small girl began to fumble with the grooves.  Attempting to see if they were simply decoration, or served some other purpose, she was very surprised when she heard the sound of compressed air, which proceeded a section of the "wall" lifting up and away.  It appeared that the groove activated some kind of door, which led into a dimly lit hallway, very different from the brilliance that surrounded her in the room she had awoken in.  "Hello?" she called softly down the hallway, hearing her voice echoing back and forth.