The moments tick by, and a pervasive feeling of hopelessness washes over the damp dark dungeon. The Iron Maiden remains silent and locked, simply resting against the wall as it always had, inert and unforgiving.<br/><br/>A sudden thump, however, rattles the entire metal object before it flings open, expelling Lily in a rush of motion. The young magical girl spins about like a top, as if someone wrapped a ribbon around her and pulled hard, before coming to a rest among her companions completely unharmed.<br/><br/>Though her clothing is slightly askew from the sudden trip, everything seems to be in the right place aside from a small ordinary-looking chain bracelet and a slight flush of her cheeks. (As well, perhaps, as a conspicuous bulge).