Before you lies a forest. A fucking forest. There’s tree’s up to the ceiling. Dirt absorbs the steps of your shoes. Fog hangs ominously around the trail.
There is a coat rack on the trail. Hanging from it is a red cloak. A sign on the wooden pole reads, “Be careful little Red Riding Hood. Stay on the path and don’t talk to strangers.” In smaller letters beneath, ” Place your clothes in the basket. Wear the cloak. Stay on the trail. . . or else.”
Unnoticed by you is a woven basket on the ground. Inside are two bottles of water and business card sized piece of paper. The card is white with black lettering. You bend over to pick up the card.
“The night isn’t over yet. For your safety, please hydrate. Things get more intense from here. Removing your clothes is recommended so that your cuck doesn’t suspect anything. This basket will be left at the next room and returned to you at the end of the fun.”