A little further down from there I can see another newly-refurbished building. This one a little less flashy, but with a fresh coat of burgundy paint that made it stand out from the hobby shops and general stores surrounding it.
"Sole Survivor Escape Co."
I've heard about this one before. The place was originally an ordinary escape room outlet before the Sisters got ahold of it. The rooms were all rethemed around, well, different kinds of fetishized fantasies. I walked towards the building, the sun reflecting off the tinted windows. Even when no one was around, I always had the nagging feeling that I was being watched when I passed by one of those.
Out front was a stand with flyers advertising its latest attractions. I took one and thumbed through it, just out of curiosity.
The first page was titled "Halls of Worship." A picture beneath showed what looked like an old temple chamber, straight out of some adventure movie, overgrown with fake vines and adorned with regal stone columns and pedestals on the stony and sandy floor. The walls were covered in intricate hieroglyphs, depicting acts of foot worship and close-ups of splayed soles, surrounding an impressive statue of what looked like some kind of Goddess, her bare feet prominently displayed. On either side were extremely well-detailed statues of priestesses. Their eyes looked so real. They couldn't actually be... no. Definitely not. Lines of text beneath added some context:
"Caught in a trap exploring an ancient ruin"
"The Barefoot Goddess demands tribute"
"Will you solve her riddles and escape, or submit?"
The next featured the the title "The Laughter Ward" and an image of a dark hospital room, at a tilted angle with a filter that made it look like an old photograph. In the center was a long gurney, occupied by a guy, stripped down and tied with his hands above his head and feet stretched taut by a strange rack. He had a look of visible horror on his face, illuminated by the light from what seemed to be an open door just out of shot. The shadow of a woman standing in the door frame was cast into the room.
"Trapped against your will in the depths of an asylum..."
"Tied and tormented by devilish nurses..."
"Can you escape before they drive you mad?"
The place had added a series of tickling scenarios. I had little information on this one. Either no one was brave enough to try the tickle rooms out, or no one was willing to admit what awaited within. But maybe I'd be the first.
The door is unlocked, and I could see a receptionist in a cute uniform sitting at a desk. Do I dare enter?
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