You groan in pain, groggy as you came to. You remembered the encounter with the young woman named Elesa in the dressing room. That... could have gone better. She was so shocked she outright smacked you.
But, where were you now? A darkness was covering you; had you been out you long that it was apparently nighttime? Then again, even nighttime wasn't pitch-black, you couldn't even see ten feet (by your standards) in front of you.
You began walking, your feet rustling through some thin, brush-like material. Grass? No, it wasn't grass. It actually felt a lot more like... felt? It was strange, but you gained an insight on your prison when you bumped into something.
You cursed in pain as you kicked something cold and metallic, clutching your knee.
"What is this?" you said, putting a hand on the smooth surface. From the limited light, you could tell that it was silver, and quite a bit bigger than you.
You walked around the side of the wall, running a hand along the cold siver. When you got to the end of the tube, you saw an opening at what was apparently the tip, and a strange smell overcame you.
You peered into the hole and put a hand in, feeling an oily material.
"Eww..." you said, withdrawing you hand. The red stuff in the tube was...
Wait... red?
You paled as it dawned on you what this was. It was a tube of lipstick, and over there was an eyelash curler! Had that woman put you inside her make-up kit?
You screamed and ran away, not caring what you tripped over. Looking up at the sky, you could see that you were trapped, and when you hit up against the side, your felt prison would not give way.
"Let me out! Let me out, please!"
You collapsed against the wall, pondering what to do next.
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