She looks for something sharp to cut the dress

Mackenzie simply couldn't risk destroying her sole form of clothing. So, she instead opted to begin searching the room for something sharp enough to free her dress. And luckily for the naked woman, she didn't have to look too hard. On the far end of the table sat a dusty place setting, complete with a serrated knife that looked like it might just be capable of doing the job.

Unluckily for the naked woman, not three seconds after her hand closed around the utensil, she heard the sound of a door opening. The same door a fully clothed Mackenzie herself had walked through just a few minutes ago. The door leading to the entryway of the haunted house. Mackenzie was about to have company.

She immediately dove for her nearest form of cover, the large dining room table in front of her. The buxom redhead scuttled underneath it, no longer caring about how dusty she would wind up, and tried to be as still and silent as possible.

"I'm just saying I'm here for you babe," a male voice said over the sounds of multiple people entering the room. "Y'know, in case you need to come running scared into my arms."

"Given how well you handle horror movies," a female voice snickered, "I think it's more likely you'll wind up in Nicole's arms tonight, Mike."

This led to laughter from several voices, much to Mackenzie's hidden chagrin. There were now at least four people in the room with her!

"Oh, HA HA," the man, apparently Mike, sarcastically said. "You're SO funny Audrey. Guess we can't all be paragons of emotionlessness like Ben."

"Alright, cut it out Mike," a deeper male voice said. Ben continued, "We came here to have a good time, let's not ruin it already."

Throughout the bickering of what was beginning to seem like two distinct couples, Mackenzie stayed put under the table, on her hands and knees, uselessly gripping the knife. The draped tablecloth hung over two feet down from the table, meaning it wouldn't be easy for the newcomers to spot Mackenzie's clothingless predicament. They'd either have to purposefully peek underneath, lowering their heads almost to the floor, or pull the tablecloth higher. But even so, Mackenzie shivered nervously as she was able to see four pairs of shoes approaching the table from her hiding spot.

"Wow, it sure does look like a dusty ass dining room," a different female voice, belonging to Nicole said, sounding bored. But it was what she said next that made Mackenzie's already racing heart begin thumping even faster. "Is that... a dress?"

There were a few moments of silence before Mackenzie saw the blue fabric of her hanging dress get picked up and disappear behind her view of the tablecloth.

"Is someone... running around this place in their underwear?" Audrey asked, sounding somewhat interested suddenly.

"Or maybe even naked!" Mike said eagerly. There was a smacking noise. "Ow! What the hell?" he said a moment later.

"Get real, dumbass," Nicole retorted. "Who the fuck would come to a haunted house, in the middle of an amusement park of all places, to go streaking? It's obviously part of this house's juvenile attempts to scare us somehow."

"Hmm..." Ben mused. Mackenzie could see his shoes approaching the edge of the table where her dress had been. She gulped nervously as they stopped there. "Strange..."

Then, the legs did something that made Mackenzie's eyes go wide with terror. They crouched down. And an accompanying hand followed suit by gripping the hem of the tablecloth. He was about to lift it up! Mackenzie began panicking, trying to sit back on her ass in order to free up her hands for cover. But, in her terror, she only managed to lean too far backwards and send herself sprawling. She wound up sitting on her ass, legs spread and leaning backwards with her hands behind her to support her torso. And she had absolutely everything on display as the tablecloth was slowly lifted higher and higher. Just mere moments before she was exposed to the curious stranger though, Mackenzie was saved by the voice of one of the women.

"Come on, this room is lame," Nicole complained. The hand paused. Mackenzie could just barely see the bottom of his chin, but he hadn't yet raised the edge of the cloth to his eyes yet.

"Come on Ben," Audrey said, placatingly. "We might as well see what else this place has to offer."

The man at the table sighed, but released the tablecloth. It gently swung back down towards the ground, concealing Mackenzie's position once again. The nude woman watched as the four sets of feet made their way across the room, and then heard the sound of a door opening and closing. She was once again alone.

Mackenzie let out what felt like the biggest sigh of her life. She'd made it! She'd been literal inches from exposure and humiliation but she'd made it! The redhead let out a nervous chuckle as she began crawling out from underneath the table. She was now covered in sweat and dust, but at least no one had seen her! Now all she had to do was surgically extract her dress from the table, and then she'd be free to make her way through the haunted house without any further embarrassments. She stood up with a renewed sense of confidence.

Mackenzie was in the middle of wiping the grime from her arms when she froze, having trouble believing what she was seeing. On the table in front of her was a silver platter. And ONLY a silver platter. Her dress was gone.