You beat a hasty retreat back through the hallway to the bathroom where your clothes are still waiting. Pulling them on, you return out to the hall and find the butler waiting there.
“What’s wrong?” he asks you, concerned.
“There were ladies,” you say.
Both his eyebrows raise. “Aren’t you…a woman?” he inquires, the soul of polite.
You make a face at him. “It’s just that – I don’t know what to do with them. I’ve never done anything like that before, not really.”
He looks you dramatically up and down. “Mistress, if I may say so, you are possessed of your own operating manual. And I’m sure they’d be eager to help teach you, if you’d but ask.”
You bite your lips, thinking.
“It is up to you though, as are all doors inside the House. You may choose another door entirely,” he says, gesturing down the hall, “Or use tonight to stretch your imagination,” he finishes, gesturing towards the white door behind him.
It might take you awhile to decide.
If you return to the purple door, touch here.
Or try the gray one? Touch here.
If you’d like to go back into the white room with the women again, touch here.
And walking down the hall you see a door you hadn’t seen before – its color is eggshell blue, matching the sky of the nearest painting perfectly. If you want to listen at it, touch here.