For as much as her brain was telling her to get out as soon as possible. Multiple things were telling her otherwise. Her heroism was telling her to try and find those pills (and maybe use them herself if it came down to that), and her...freaky side telling her to stay, find Hippo, and....satiate her desires.
Shaking her head to get those last VERY personal thoughts out of her head, Beth quickly decided to explore the mansion to find those pills, took in a big breath to steel herself for the coming sting of cold air on the rest of her body, before throwing off the blue velvet blanket.
"MOTHER OF--!" Beth shouted before covering her mouth so as to not alert any potential help of Hippo Girl's.
"What does she set the thermostat too!?" She mentally screamed. "Negative 8?!"
Quickly bending her legs to try and get some semblance of heat to them in the cold room, the naked heroine swiftly swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Just as quickly leaping off as she mentally prepared for cold marble floors to assault her soles. Only to find somewhat chilly carpet instead.
"Oh, right," Beth thought as she looked down at the blue carpet, "carpeting."
Taking the time to rub her feet into the carpet to generate heat to offset the cold, Beth rushed to the door. Quietly opening it, she found that she was in a blue hall with ice blue baseboard, and many ice blue framed doorways. All open from what she could tell, and carpeted too, if the carpeting of thr hall was any indication. Taking care to make quiet, light steps as she exited the room, quietly closed the door behind her, and went down the hall, Beth made it a point to look into the rooms.
And in each and every single one of them, there were beds like those you'd see in an orphanage. With women of many hair and skin colors, hair styles, and thickness laying nearly under the covers, sprawled out willy nilly, or some combination of both. Some were dressed in some kind of pajama, others were just barely clothed with a mere panty, boxer, or pair of sweatpants, and just as many all seemed to be buck nude like Beth herself. But all of them ranged from 17 to the late 20's; 26 at the least.
Some of the room even stank quite a bit, with Beth not even guessing the cause behind that as she swiftly moved away while holding her nose.
"I'm in some kind of maid ward, lovely." Beth groused mentally as she continued down the hall.
But then, before she could take another step, a silhouette appeared at the end of the hall and a voice called out, saying "Who's there?"
Too caught up over potentially being caught, Beth quickly hid into one of the rooms with a slightly less open doorway, and repositioned the door as quietly yet quickly as she could.
Hiding behind the door, along the wall away from the crack, she watched through the hinged side as a light skinned, hefty (and pretty enough to make Beth blush) woman at least two years her senior, with shoulderblade length brown hair, blue eyes, freckles dotting her face, perky breast, and barely any clothing on her person outside a black sports bra and massive pair of black panties that hugged her big freckle laced butt, walked into view and scanned the area.
Making sure to stay as quiet as possible, Beth covered her mouth and nose, and stayed as still as possible. Watching as the woman hummed in thought as she looked into the adjacent rooms, sticking her butt out as she did so (and inadvertently tickling Beth's sweet spot in the process), before tisking in exasperation.
"Could've sworn I saw someone." She said as she leaned back out of a room, scratching her right buttcheek.
Remembering her last sights of Hippo Girl, Beth stifled a moan as she noted the similarity between the two.
Sighing the woman said, "Oh well. No skin off my butt, I took my shit, so I deserve some R&F." She turned to head back down the hall, walking past the room Beth was in amd never once noticing her through the crack she was watching through.
After she was out of view, Beth waited for a minute with bated breath before feeling it was safe and releasing the breath she was holding.
"That was close." She quietly said as she leaned against and closed her eyes.
Only to then hear the door close, and a sultry voice say, "I'll say."
Snapping her eyes open, Beth saw a strong, stocky arm holding the door closed. Taking a sharp intake of air, she followed the arm and found a long, curly, dirty blonde haired, green eyed woman five years her senior, a whole foot taller than her, and fatter than the brunette she had just avoided, in nothing but a pair of skimpy leopard patterned panties that looked way too small for her, smiling predatorially at Beth with her black lips.
Beth took a step back in wide eyed fright as the woman said with a wicked chuckle, "Hello, cutey, my name's Ellen, what's yours?"
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