Mackenzie trips on something and snags her dress

Arms blindly extended in front of her, Mackenzie slowly advanced through the pitch black room, hoping not to bump into anything. When she had entered the dining room a few minutes earlier, she'd spied a door leading (presumably) to the kitchen. The redhead still remembered its general direction and tried to aim herself roughly towards it, hoping that it wouldn't likewise be completely dark in there as well. But unluckily for our brave beauty, holding her hands out in front of her could only do so much.

After traversing twenty or so feet of the room, Mackenzie's toes caught on the lip of a rug and she suddenly found herself tumbling forward. As she fell, Mackenzie felt her right hip bump into something hard and could have sworn she heard a soft tearing sound. There was the sensation of sliding fabric down her legs and then she was on the carpet, catching herself rather easily with her already outstretched arms.

"Ow..." Mackenzie muttered, wincing but not in any serious pain. "What are they thinking?" she fumed to herself. "They can't just strand people in the dark and not expect them to trip on stuff!" She slowly rose to her feet, still unable to see anything in the dark room, and began dusting herself off. But as Mackenzie's hands brushed their way down her body, she felt something that made her blood run cold. Around the level of her hips, her fingers had been brushing against bare skin. "No..." she muttered in disbelief.

As if on cue, the candles suddenly came back on, bathing the room in their faint glow from the dining room table. And Mackenzie stifled a shriek. Her dress now only came down to her stomach, leaving the beauty completely bottomless! She clamped her hands down over her neatly trimmed bush and pink womanhood, crouched down slightly, and blushed a deep hue of red.

"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod," Mackenzie whimpered, her eyes darting back and forth to make sure the room was still deserted, which it thankfully was. Then she realized what had caused her debacle. Standing next to her was a tall suit of armor, complete with a sword and shield in its hands. And there, on the tip of its downpointed sword, hung a blue piece of fabric. It had somehow gotten snagged during Mackenzie's fall and been sliced clean off her body!

The bottomless woman swiftly tried to retrieve what used to be the lower half of her dress, hopeful that she might be able to salvage some form of modesty with it in hand. But as she tugged on the scrap of fabric, something unexpected happened. The sword moved! It shifted up several inches as Mackenzie pulled upwards on the cloth, and there was a metallic sounding ker-CHUNK from the armor. Before she could fully realize what that meant, one of the haunted house's hidden contraptions began moving.