Well, She wanted to have the last laugh...

You foolow the laughter down the steps. Roger tries to follow, but it's a very tight squeeze for him.

You arrive at a solid oak door, which is locked. Looking through a barred window, you see Jennifer in a set of stocks laughing helplessly while a strange machine tickles her bare feet with feathers. She appears to just have been left there.

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