A wave of disorientation sweeps over you as she leads out of the bedroom, and back down the dimly lit corridor. Her grip is tight on your hand, but you somewhat blindly cooperate. You would even be aroused if you weren't far too distracted by the odd spasms and tingling sensations coursing through your entire body.
The woman's pace quickened and she took several turns, each leading away from the direction you entered, leaving you completely lost and at her mercy. The satin-lined walls gradually gave way to mahogany boards, and the candles that lined the passages grew scarce, further limiting your field of view.
Your words of protest were interrupted by the squelching of mud, and looking down, an abrupt end to the marble tiling.
Raising your head and frowning into the darkness, your eyes could just about make out a final black woollen curtain at the end of the aisle of dirt.
The woman finally releases you and struts forward towards the entrance. You drink in her figure, only just noticing her flowing scarlett dress and swaying hips now. Despite everything, she turned you on.
She takes the drape in one hand, and with the other beckons you forward with a finger and seductive knowing smile.
You return the smile, now thoroughly in a daze, ignoring a screaming voice in a distant corner of your mind to run, even as much rougher arms materialise in the darkness behind you. Each one clasps your shoulders and thrusts you forward sharply, pulling you back to reality. Your clamouring and cries for help fall on deaf ears, and planting your feet in the ground is a useless exercise, only plowing through dense mud.
The Scarlett Woman's smile broke into menacing laughter, tearing the curtain away to reveal an immense chamber of a pig sty.