Challenge accepted

You’ll need to get out eventually. You point your sword at Jack the Ripper.

He laughs and assumes a fencing stance. You swing your sword at him. He deftly avoids it and slices your cheek with his sword.

You swing again and he punches you in the ribs, as you miss. He is toying with you. You need to change the game. You fake swinging the sword and instead let go of it. The hilt crashes against his head. He falls to the ground.

You quickly get his sword and pick up yours. Now you should be able to escape without a problem.

You descend the cobblestone stairs into the basement. You see the girls sitting on a bench and breath a sigh of relief. You admire Gwen’s form. She looks spectacular in her sexy black dress. Her breasts strain the fabric, her shiny red lips look so kissable.

“Thank god you girls are ok.”

Gwen smiles. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“The exhibits, I think they’re coming to life.”

Gwen an and Tina laugh. Gwen answers. “I’m sure it’s just someone pranking you.”

The door to the Dracula Coffin exhibit squeaks open. A gorgeous woman exits. She has hair as black as night. Her flesh is pale. The outline of her large round breasts is clearly visible through her bone colored satin dress. The dress is long and goes to the floor. Her steady gait makes it almost seem like she glides over to you.

She makes eye contact with you and gives you a concerned expression. She reaches and touches your cheek with a shiny black fingernail that contrasts her slender, elegant finger.

“You’re bleeding.” She whispers sexily.

Gwen stands up and pulls you into a kiss. You can’t help but be aroused by the aggressively sexual nature of it.

As you break the kiss you notice Tina is in a staring contest with the newcomer.

The raven tressed girl smiles at you. “I see you are in good hands. I must be going. There are so many...exhibits to see.”

You marvel at the curve of her ass in the shiny satin dress.

Gwen stands up and whispers in your ear. “Why don’t we get out of here and go somewhere we can fuck like hell.”

“W...wha...what about Tina?” You stammer.

“She told me the only thing she’d like to see more than Dracula’s coffin, is us fucking.”

Your jaw drops. Should you still look for the array, go fuck Gwen, or if this is just a prank, see a few exhibits.