She took a seat at the table.

(chapter originally by halofan6743 at writing.com)

The dining chair looked so inviting and even luxurious she couldn't resist sliding into one and relaxing. Even if their haunted houses rarely lived up to their claims at least this one had good taste. In fact the chair was so comfy and the upholstery so exquisite feeling Mackenzie pulls the hem of her dress up just enough that she could feel it with her bare ass. She then counted herself fortunate that she decided to go commando today and as she eyed the covered trays curiously she snuggled into place and made her self comfy by squeezing the upholstery covered armrests, shifting her butt around in the seat to find the softest spot and digging her bare toes into the weave of the rug... Wait did her shoes go?

Well thats disconcerting... Feeling her feet together she is definitely barefoot and she wasn't a moment ago. Maybe she just kicked them off without thinking or maybe its just part of the haunted house (in which case the staff probably know that she is feeling the furniture with her butt and are understandably not appreciative). Part of her is anxious and thinks that she should get up and look for the missing shoes right now, but another part of her thinks that she is really comfy right now and that they are either supposed to disappear or they were kicked off subconsciously and they are not going anywhere, and that either way she should just relax and enjoy the show starting with what is under these tray's

After a moment of thinking about this she leans forward and...