Sunny found another door on the other side of the room, which let out on another cluttered storeroom of sorts.  This one was in worse repair, possibly abandoned: it was dusty and the contents scattered hither and yon as though time and neglect had finished whatever tempest had thus distributed them.<br/><br/>...for sheeee's a jolly good pervert, she's a jolly good pervert, she's a jolly good pervert, which nobody can deny!<br/><br/>The sense that there was something wrong with this, that the rooms didn't quite go together...that was undeniable.  But to figure it out, Sunny would have to go back and let those pretty women touch her, and feel her, and do things to her.<br/><br/>I think that one wanted to do something truly disgusting!  Would you let me watch if she did?<br/><br/>Another door presented itself.  Egress?  Or just a way into deeper trouble?<br/><br/>You'll be sorry!  You'll be so, so sorry if you do!  Should have let them fuck you.  Fuck you in every hole.  Fuck you like the cheap, slutty, braindead whore they said you were back in school.  You remember, don't you?  Of course you remember.  Fourth grade sucked.<br/><br/>This door wasn't locked.  By the look of things, it couldn't be locked.  Not anymore.