You stand up and begin examining Peach's room for even the slightest way to remove your boredom, even if it might bring trouble to you if someone sees this. Shrugging the consequences off, you walk up to a large pink desk with several trinkets on it. It appears that Peach collected these trinkets from successful ventures out into the fighting world. Just as you prepare to leave the desk, a small jewelry box catches your eye. With curiosity now taking over, you open up the jewelry box and find nothing. What kind of person keeps nothing in a jewelry box, you thought, as you poke the red velvet interior of the empty box. Suddenly, you trigger something within the jewelry box, as it sucks you into an alternate dimension.

Everything seems to rush by as you're pushed through a strangely familiar portal within the confines of the alternate dimension. Within moments after entering the portal, you're randomly tossed out of the other side, into the dimension Peach so cleverly hid from prying eyes. As you stand up, you realize you're standing on cobblestone. Upon looking around, you discover the true intentions of this alternate dimension. A darkened stone corridor leads forward, dimly lightened up by the purple exit portal right behind you. You begin walking forward, noticing several unmarked wooden doors lining the right side of the stone corridor. The overall feel of this dimension couldn't be any more unwelcoming. It's as if Peach had her own personal dungeon within her room this entire time.

Upon reaching the end of the hall, you come across a wooden door, labeled unlike the others. It has a small engravement upon the stone next to the door. The engravement reads, "Room Four - Daisy". You can't help but wonder why you've heard that name before. You quietly open the wooden door, peering into the room. You find a young woman sleeping on a large bed, covered by several layers of blankets and resting her head on a large amount of pillows. As you walk into the room, you carefully observe the strange devices within the room. A wooden stockade takes a place in the far left corner of the room. Several other instruments of torture are visible scattered around large floor, with each one designed to embarrass and lightly torture the one bound to them. For all the wooden torture devices within the room, you can't feel but the luxurious bed is somewhat out of place. As you finally approach the bed, you see the young woman squirm under the covers in her heavy sleep. "...Hey. You awake?" you ask the woman, as she remains sleeping and unresponsive. You pry her to wake up again shortly after. "Hey.. wake up." you finish, as the young woman merely turns in her sleep, facing away from you. As you groan in frustration, you notice a small tray of playful utensils on a table near her bed.

You grab the tray and calmly walk over to the foot of her bed. Gently folding her many blankets back, you reveal her bare feet. They appear so soft and tranquil, reflecting the deep sleep of the young woman further up the bed. Setting the tray down on the end of the fluffy white bed, you grab a small feather off from the tray, and calmly inspect it before attempting to wake the woman up. The feather appears to have been well-used, but seems enchanted with some sort of magic to keep it's luster. You lower the feather down to her creamy white soles, and softly slide the tip of the feather against her tender flesh. In response, the young woman flexes her soles, unconsciously pulling her feet away. You continue streaking the feather's tip across her soft soles, slowly helping her to wake up. She mumbles incoherently as she continues trying to pull her feet away. Upon folding the covers back a bit further to get within reach of her feet again, you realize her ankles have been chained to each of their respective sides of the floor. Why would Peach have this woman here, you think, as you continue toying with the poor woman's soles in an attempt to wake her. The woman moans softly, as she rubs her eyes, still straining her legs to get away from the feather. "Peach? What do you want.." the young woman says, straightening herself against the mass of pillows behind her. You look up, letting go of the feather as it rests on her soles. "Peach did this to you?" you utter, revealing your face to the woman.

"What in the.. who the hell are you? Why were you tickling my feet?" she asks, posing a very good question. As the young woman scoffs at you, you can't help but realize how similar she looks in comparison to Peach. Their similar facial structure aside, this woman seemed to have flowing brown hair instead of Peach's blonde, along with these dazzling blue eyes. "Hello? Can you hear me? Why in the world were you tickling my feet?" she asks yet again. You blink and looks down at her slender soles, attempting to hide from any further tickling. "Sorry.. you wouldn't wake up. What are you doing in here, and why are you all chained up?" you reply. The young woman crosses her arms, cutting the struggle against your very persuasive wake-up. "I guess I shouldn't be blaming you.. but don't do that anymore. Where's Peach?" the woman asks, genuinely annoyed at her situation. "Peach isn't here. I was just wandering around her room, and came across this jewelry box... and here I am." you say truthfully, picking the enchanted feather off from her relaxed soles, setting it back down on the tray. "You don't seem to be lying. I guess I should be glad Peach didn't send in another one of her minions to play with me." she says, looking back at you suspiciously. "After all, the majority of her minions go for my feet immediately." the woman finishes, sighing softly. "Come on, this was just a coincidence." you say in your defense, as you lean against the woman's bedpost. "Hey, if you really want me to believe you, feel free to break me out of me. Then I'll be able to trust you a lot easier." the woman says, as she calmly stretches her legs, exposing the chains attached to her ankles.

You look at the chains. They don't seem to heavy, so it may not be that difficult to break her out of her bonds. On the other hand, just what was she doing in this room, you thought. Tied down and chained to a bed, in a room decorated with torture instruments. Just what could Peach have done to this woman, and why did she look so alike. Seeking answers, you stand up and respond to the bound woman.