Her friend Willow who is wet, shivering, naked, and very embarrassed

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

Mackenzie recognized her friend's face almost instantly. It was dripping wet, with strands of hair plastered down by the water, but there was no mistaking Willow's face. What was far less expected, however, was Willow's state of dress, or rather lack thereof.

Mackenzie had never seen Willow naked, even while they were roommates in college. As such, seeing Willow's perky breasts and shaved crotch on display as she curled up inside the cupboard was a complete shock to Mackenzie. Indeed, it was so surprising that Mackenzie hopped back, losing her balance and landing on her curvy rear with a distinct lack of grace.

"Willow?" Mackenzie finally asked. "What happened to you?"

"M-Mackenzie?!" Willow asked, her voice trembling. "Oh! I'm so happy to see a friend, this has been crazy! I came here just to have a good time, maybe get a scare. Instead, I got stripped naked, and I've been hiding ever since!"

Stripped naked? Just what kind of haunted house was this? Or had Willow fallen victim to some pervert hiding out in the place? Either way, Mackenzie's conscience told her that she had to help her friend in need. After all, she knew Willow would do the same for her.

"Come on, Willow. Let's get you out of here." Mackenzie said, standing back to her feet, grimacing as she felt the back of her dress and touched grime of the floor that had managed to get on the garment in her fall.

"Get me out of here? I-I can't leave like this! I'm naked, someone might see me!" Willow said, shaking her head violently.

"Well, okay. Fair enough. Give me a second to think, okay? I'm sure there's something I can find to cover you up." Mackenzie said, looking away from Willow to observe the kitchen.