Climbing up, Martina found herself in a sort of wooden chest. (Patreon)

Then, she looked up and saw the round hole, and realized where she was. She had to gag to keep her lunch down. Nevertheless, this was the way out she was looking for, and she squeezed herself out through the hole into what seemed to be an upper-class home. She looked around for something to wear, but heard footsteps approaching. She slipped down some stairs, and out through a door.

Blinded by the light, Martina was nude, slimy, angry, and unsure of where she was. It was dumb luck that she hadn’t been spotted yet.