A badly-made trapdoor makes it worse

"Freaking stupid haunted house, taking my clothes away..." Ann mumbled to herself as they went, and Futaba continued to smile to herself as she stared at Ann's back. This was definitely becoming more interesting than she had expected. She only hoped more would happen.

"How much longer is this?" Ann asked in annoyance. "This is the worst experience I've had in one..."

"Aw, come on. At least it'll be a funny story to tell, right?" Futaba offered. That seemed to cheer Ann up a bit.

"Yeah, I guess." she said. "But, can we maybe just keep this a secret from the boys? I'm okay with the girls knowing, but-" Futaba laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't tell." Futaba answered. Well, she wouldn't tell them *immediately*. Just eventually.

"It almost seems bigger on the inside." Ann said.

"Well it seems we're kind of looping around, and while it looks like a manor on the outside, it's really all just a bunch of hallways on the inside." Futaba explained. "It's kind of clever, I'll give it that. But not very exciting; it kind of limits what they can do."

"Yeah, I guess so." Ann agreed. "But I mean still, I-" Suddenly, once again, the girls were surprised as the floor opened up underneath Ann, and she fell into a trapdoor. Futaba rushed over immediately, but the hole wasn't very deep. Ann's landed on her butt, in a daze.

"You okay?" Futaba asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Ann said, and stood. Her head poked above the top when she stood. "Seems kind of dangerous, though..."

"Can you get out?" Futaba asked.

"Yeah, there's a ladder." Ann said, walking over to said ladder. She grasped it, and quickly began climbing up. Just as her waist was past the top, she felt a snag. She looked down and was horrified to see that her pants were caught on one of the doors of the trapdoor. Ann pulled at it, crying out in annoyance that this was happening yet again, when she heard a tear. She froze and slowly looked down to see a giant hole in the side of the pants, allowing her panties to be visible. "No no no..." she cried, and tried to get herself out, but it was no use. She flopped onto the floor as her pants tore nearly in half on the slightly rusted doors. Her shoes also snagged onto it, so they slid off her feet into the pit. Ann pulled herself out and turned to retrieve them, but was shocked when the doors closed, sealing off her destroyed pants and shoes.

"WHAT?!" Ann cried out.

"I think there was probably a sensor or something." Futaba said. "But..." Futaba looked down at Ann, who was now clad in just a red bra, matching red panties, and socks. Ann squealed as she shot to protect her modesty.

"Why is this happening?!" Ann asked aloud. Futaba tried to suppress her laugh.

"Come on. Get up." Futaba said as she held out a hand. Ann looked up at her in confusion. "We should keep moving, and get out as fast as we can, right?" Ann took a second before sighing again and nodding. She took Futaba's hand and got up. Once she was up, she covered herself again.

"I swear, if I lose anything else..." Ann didn't finish the thought, and instead started to speed walk down the halls. Futaba followed eagerly, enjoying this house more and more.