Her dress was stuck under the tray

"What the..." Mackenzie muttered as she unsuccessfully tried to tug her dress free from the platter. The redhead tried to move the silver platter itself, but found it wouldn't budge either. She gave pulling on the blue dress another few attempts, pulling a bit harder each time, but was always met with the same result. It got to the point where Mackenzie was pulling so hard that she was worried she might actually tear the dress!

"Oh come ON!" she fumed as she finally stopped yanking on her only piece of clothing. The naked beauty stood there for a moment, contemplating her situation. Somehow, whoever had pulled up her dress in the first place had done a masterful job of anchoring it in place before swiftly departing. And now she was stuck in the theme park's haunted house wearing just her shoes, with her dress seemingly inextricable from the dining room table. Suddenly, the reality of her situation came crashing over Mackenzie like a physical wave. "Oh my god..." she muttered, bringing an arm up to cradle her breasts and shooting a hand over her pussy, "I'm screwed! I'm fucking naked and people could come walking through this room at any point! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

With her heart racing, Mackenzie began desperately looking around the room, both to make sure it was still empty of other people and to look for anything else she might be able to wear. Coming up empty for both, Mackenzie nervously glanced back at her trapped dress. It was only the bottom portion that was actually under the tray. If she could just cut the rest of the dress free it would still be fine to wear. Well, it might end up a bit on the skimpier end, but it would surely be plenty large enough to still keep her decent!

Pulling on the dress hard enough to purposefully rip it was an option, but she didn't trust herself to be able to rip it in a controlled manner. She might tear the garment clean in half, and then she'd hardly be in a place to call it decent! On the other hand, if she could find something sharp enough, like scissors or maybe even a sharp knife, Mackenzie felt she had a pretty good chance of cutting through the dress with a minimal sacrifice of fabric. But that would involve looking around the room first, and who knew if and when another group of people might enter the dining room...