Leaving her to enjoy herself in her newly lovely cage, dry humping a way as the belt goes to work in both of her holes. Getting to check out the rest of her evil lair, with her bedroom and living area and your bedroom and the kitchen and the sex dungeon and so on. Finding the exit with a reinforced steel door surrounded by traps and spikes and more traps. After going through all of those traps and almost killing yourself three times, do you get the door open! Horray! Strutting yourself up the stairs and past ten more traps, before finding another reinforced door. Another hour goes by before all the traps around that are disarmed, opening up the door to the bright sunlight and fresh air!<br/><br/>The cellar door opening up to a cramped alleyway between three buildings, having no clue where you are, but that doesn't stop you. Picking an random direction leads you through an dirty alleyway and onto a small street. The buildings are not on fire, which is the best thing you can say about them, as various catfolk wonder back and forth doing errands and pickpocketing and extortion and public humping. You know, the usual. Clearly in one of the more colorful areas of the catfolk section of the city, as evident by various upstanding citizens staring boldly at you. Quickly drawing a crowd since a foxboy here is quite unusual.