Cruel laughter followed her to the door, which flew wide and permitted her to depart...if she wished to plunge into the gloom and dust of the storeroom beyond, which more some kinship to the store through which she had entered this peculiar place a few minutes earlier.  Now, of course, the green-haired girl was not present to provide what assistance and relative comfort she had, but to linger was to invite more of those probing fondles!  (To say nothing of the threat of that ribbed and studded strap-on dildo, lubricated or not.)