The Servants Quarters

(chapter originally by halofan6743 at writing.com)

Carefully trying to make her way across the slippery floor and slipping at least once landing with her bare butt in the air and a reflexive "eep!" as she quickly rights herself to Willows awe and wonder Machenzie makes it to the servants quarters. It'd be like a bedroom right? so hopefully there'd be a change of clothes, or bedsheets, or window dressings, or a rug honestly anything with better odds of covering her than "wrestle willow for the dress again"

The servants quarters turns out to look like a chilling and eerily abandoned room. To the shivering mackenzies disappointment the windows are boarded, the bed is just a bare metal frame, and the floor is just cold dusty tiles(for which she is thankful she still has shoes), but thankfully the room isn't without hope there is an old wardrobe in the corner with big wide doors on top and smaller drawers underneath.

"All c-clear?" Willow asks as she cautiously pokes her head in and shivers a bit from the cold draft against her wet cloth clad body.

"Y-yeah no t-traps yet, b-but shouldn't you be keeping watch?" mackenzie asks shivering worse.

yeah... I could watch you scamper around like this all day... Willow thinks letting her eyes rest on mackenzie's bare butt again "W-well I need to keep an eye on you too we w-wouldn't want a trap to s-separate us or you think I've run off" she then says rubbing the back of her head sheepishly and averting her gaze again before mackenzie can complain.

With a shiver running down her spine over the thought of her friend checking her out mackenzie then approaches the wardrobe and searches it finding something in...