Mary's unconciousnes slipped into deep and uninterupted sleep, and she was out dark for what seemed like an eternity. Or at least a very long time. When she woke up again, she could first not hear any minotaur. The pain in her body was gone, and she felt clean. When vision came to her, she noticed no Minotaur's in her surounding, and she was lying face down on the stone floor of a gloomy cavern. Behind her was a stone wall, and the passage only went forward. She noticed she was clean, all yesterday... or however long it was... filth had been washed away. The bruises were gone as well. She was wearing some sort of clothes... at least something. Mary soon realised she was wearing a short skirt which ended by her thighs, a top which could almost be called a bra, covering almost only her breasts and tied togheter well above her navel. Her hair was tied up in two ponytails with tied ribons at the end, and on her feet, light soft boots. Upon further examination, she noticed she wasn't wearing normal panties, instead she was wearing a black thong. An uncommon piece of underwear in her culture.<br/><br/>Someone must have had some fun with her while she was asleep... and this certainly wasn't the minotaurs work. Mary could not find any of her equipment or weapons on her or close by.