"I-I-I wouldn't dare, Headmistress Jade." You feel yourself die a little with these words, your longing for the gorgeous woman before you so strong you find yourself fighting the urge to fall at her feet and beg her to take you. The Headmistress shrugs, her expression unimpressed.
"A pity. We could have had a good time together. Ah, well... I suppose it's the sub-basement for you then." You can't help but feel a chill down your spine with these last words. No one goes into the sub-basement. Not even the janitors. It's supposed to be storage for all the stuff that's been forgotten by the school (musty old uniforms included, apparently), but every student has a ghost story or two involving this mythic level of the Academy. If you weren't so intimidated by your situation, you'd jump at the opportunity to see what's down there. You nod slowly, and the Headmistress quirks her mouth into a half-smile in response. "Come on, then. Where's your sense of adventure? There's nothing to fear but fear itself, young man! Oh, well... and troll's apparently." Her eyes twinkle mockingly with these last words, but you ignore her bating. You gaze around the room, expecting her to offer you a sheet or a robe before marching you through the academy grounds. No such luck. Allison Jade opens the door to her office and ushers you outside, pushing you onward through the winding corridors of her school. You try to ignore the wide eyed stares and smirks that your nakedness draws from stray classmates and teachers, but Headmistress Jade makes this difficult by commenting on each reaction you draw. By the time you reach the basement door, your head hangs in shame, your face blushing a deep red. The Headmistress opens the door and pushes you into the darkness within, the only light a small flashlight that she carries. Your heart hammers in your chest. You hate the dark.
You traverse the narrow corridors of the basement for what feels like an eternity, the vaulted stone arches that support the school above looming overhead. Headmistress Jade walks in icy silence, and you can't help but feel that you've insulted her by rejecting her advances. You shake your head... that's crazy. Someone like her couldn't possibly be interested in you, right? It had to be a trap. Your thoughts are interrupted as you reach your destination. This is it. The farthest corner of the basement... the place where a passageway to the legendary sub-basement can be found. You stare up at the towering iron gates before you, your mouth agape in wonder. Intricate cast faces decorate the gateway to the sub-basement, some screaming in agony, others contorted into wickedly monstrous visages. Two massive handles jut from the doors, fashioned to look like writhing serpents. Ancient runes are etched into the metal... you're not sure what their culture of origin might be, but some look eerily familiar. At the top of the doors, larger than the other runes, is the symbol that decorates Headmistress Jade's belt buckle. Above this is the inscription Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes. This sounds like Latin, but you're not entirely sure. You look at her questioningly, but she stares forward, focused on the threshold before you. Allison Jade whispers a few words under her breath and the door miraculously open without being pushed. The metal hinges scream in protest as the swing inward, the darkness beyond oppressive.
As you walk in near darkness, strange sounds reach your ears. For a moment, you think you hear distant screams... and then the echoing clank of chains. But the sounds come and goes in the encompassing abyss around you, and you're not entirely sure that your senses aren't just playing tricks on you. What little you can see of the sub-basement seems more cave than architectural foundation, but the occasional archway or door serves to remind you that you're still beneath the school. After another fifteen minutes of walking, Headmistress Jade stops before a set of rusted doors. She places her hands on her hips and nods.
"This is it. Both of these rooms are filled with extra uniforms, so just go through one of these doors and take your pick." You stare at the Headmistress, almost certain that you can detect a hint of amusement in her words, but you can't figure out why. You glance at the doorways. They're both identical ancient doorways set into the rough stone wall before you. What do you do?
