You push through racks of clothing again and the women are still there. They’re grinning wider this time though, like they know things you don’t.
“You’re back!” the women exclaim, almost as one.
“How was it?” one asks.
“Don’t tell me. I’d be too jealous,” says the second. She takes your mask from you and puts it back up on the wall.
“Ready to go again?” the third asks slyly, while you survey the masks.
“Decisions, decisions,” you think and say, while deciding. Then you reach for --
If you choose the wolf, touch here.
If you choose the doe, touch here.
If you choose the lion, touch here.
If you choose the horse, touch here.
If you choose the shells, touch here.
You’re distracted by a glimmer behind a rack of clothing. Peeking through, you discover it’s a hidden silver door. Do yo
