Tried squeezing forward, further into the vent.

(chapter originally by Teraton at writing.com)

A brief moments of consideration later, the redhead decided she wanted to move forward. Not only would it solve the problem of her currently-exposed-posterior, but she might also get to move on to a more exciting part of the house. Or, exciting in a different way, perhaps- as interesting as the lab seemed, she wasn't about to hang around and see if they had any more dress-grabbing ghouls.

That being said, try as she might, Mackenzie couldn't seem to make any progress. A few minutes of struggling accomplished nothing more than working up a sweat. Her hips were stuck snug against the opening of the vent, caught as they were along with the hem of her dress. That raised other problems on its own; every time she tried to push forward, she was stopped fast against the straps of her dress as her shoulders pulled them taut.

This left Mackenzie with a very limited amount of options. She could just keep trying to wiggle forward. She had no lack of determination, that was for sure- but her common sense was telling her that pulling on the dress too much could mean trouble. Of course, that was only slightly riskier than the other idea she had. If she pulled her arms out from under the straps, maybe she could wiggle her whole body through the top of her dress. She'd be naked, yeah.... but only momentarily! Once she was all the way into the vent she could pull her dress in after herself. Mackenzie might feel a little **** for a moment, but it was a better thought out plan than just brute-forcing it.

Not wanting to waste any more time with her bare bottom sticking out into an open room, Mackenzie quickly started on her chosen course of action....