Yes.

Shrugging, you bite into the apple. It tastes fine, and seems perfectly ordinary. You have another bite, but it's just an apple, and there's bound to be more interesting food around here somewhere. Tossing the apple aside, you wander around and look for a party activity to join in on.

You find a group of people around a small clearing, where someone's blindfolded and swinging at a big pumpkin pinata that hangs from a spooky-looking tree. Elsewhere you see a group of people bobbing for apples. As you continue your search and wander toward the house, you suddenly feel a little... tired.

You begin to think something's wrong when the feeling grows ten-fold. Taking a seat on the porch step, you lean against the railing, your eyelids very heavy all of a sudden. As your awareness fades, and darkness envelopes your sight, you feel someone grab you from behind, lifting you by the shoulders and pulling you inside the manor.

You don't know how long you slept, but when you begin to wake, you become aware of a strain on your arms, your wrists feeling awfully sore. The panic jolts you awake, and you realize your arms are shackled high above you as you're awkwardly slumped down to your knees on a cold stone floor.

You manage to stand, relieving your arms of your own dead weight, though they remain shackled to the wall above you. The stone room around you is dimly lit by a burning torch on the far wall, and you find you're chained up in a dungeon of sorts. Your first instinct is to scream for help, and it's quickly apparent that your call was heard, as footsteps echo down from a stairwell in the corner.

As a shadow descends the passage, it's followed by a curvaceous figure that calmly enters the small room. As she steps beyond the glare of the torchlight, you see a tall woman standing before you, dressed in...