She stumbled away from the chair, crawling, scrambling across the dusty floor, her damp sex feeling the absence of the warm leather invader in that moment.  An odd mixture of releif at her freedom and a slight twinge of regret at it's loss at the same time.  Her tight asshole having remained unpenetrated she was glad she had gotten away, mostly glad at least.  Once she had scrambled a few feet away from the chair she turned back and looked, seeing the chair as it had been when she'd first entered the room.  It sat looking perfectly normal, no sign of straps, living leather, no sign that anything had happened.  But the ache between her thighs told her different.  She approached slowly, finding her armor scattered about, though still in tact.  It would take a few minutes to re-don, though several bits of the garments she wore had been torn, as if she'd ripped them in her haste to get them off... or something else had.  It was unclear.<br/><br/>No, the chair was not exactly as she had seen it when she'd first entered, there was a damp spot on the seat, where her crotch had been.  But otherwise it looked perfectly normal.  She hesitatingly reached for the lantern at the side of the chair, trying to maintain as much distance from the chair as possible.  She snatched up the lantern and shone it on the picture she had seen moving and speaking.  But now it too looked normal, an old painting, dusty and unmoving.  But then out of the corner of her eye she saw movement in the painting next to it.  Turning her lantern on that one it too seemed normal.   But now another one, just at the edge of the cone of light, she saw movement again.  This too seemed unmoving when she focused on it.  Maddening, the paintings seemed perfectly normal when she looked at them, but animate when they were at the edges of the light or her vision.<br/><br/>She heard a whispering voice coming from the first painting, now shrouded in darkness, "Get ouuuuutttttt" the soft whisper said before she could whip her light back towards it.  The painting HAD changed from what it looked like a few moments ago, though it looked normal when she focused on it, unmoving, normal.  Maybe if she touched it?  Then again maybe it would be best to gather her belongings, re-dress as best she could with her shredded garments and armor, and get the hell out of this room.