Somebody's about to get dressed, and somebody's about to get fired

"Lana?" a white guy with blond hair and an orange beard came out of the crowd.

"Oh my God, Scott!" Lana let go of Mackenzie, tearfully running to the man and giving him a big bear hug. Scott was a bit taller than Mackenzie, but the top of his head went up only to Lana's chin. The crowd was now sympathetic to the reunited couple, for the moment taking their eyes off the redhead who now had **** but to cover herself with her arms.

"I knew something went wrong when you didn't answer me in the dark and weren't there in the kitchen where your clothes were," Scott explained. "Speaking of..."

The man reached into his backpack and pulled out a bundle of clothing, handing it to Lana to resume her dignity. Mackenzie looked on with a combination of disappointment and bitter envy as she saw first a dark blue set of bra and granny panties (matching, of course), then a black-and-white striped v-neck t shirt, then a pair of cuffed jeans, then a pair each of white socks and white sneakers, and finally an open jean jacket obscure the hot body Mackenzie had not ten minutes earlier been cuddled up with.

She was amazed at how many clothes Lana had, and what the man must have gone through to take them off her. On one hand, she was now the only one naked as Lana was distinguished from the crowd now only by her height and not by her attire and the crowd started turning back to her. On the other, the fact that Scott said that Lana's clothes were left behind gave her hope that her dress was still in the haunted house for her to don.

"Excuse me," another security man walked up to Scott and Lana while pointing at them with one arm and pointing at Mackenzie with the other. "We had a missing person's report about this lady," referring to Lana, "and we need to have you three come with us to investigate this very serious matter."