The Dining Room.

"Real great idea, Mackenzie." Willow complained as they trudged through the garden. "This haunted house is terrible!"

"Well..." Marianne countered, "it sure has made me afraid."

"And it did LITERALLY scare my pants off. So they weren't lying." Mackenzie said, trying to improve her friend's mood. "Besides, once we find something to wear we can get the heck out of here."

"I don't care!" said Willow, glancing down at her friend's curvy ass covered only by a thin pair of pink panties. "I, uh, just.... uh..." she said, getting distracted by the view. Maybe there was a silver lining in this situation.

"Oh look!" Marianne said, pointing to a sign that read DINING ROOM. "Maybe we can find something to wear in there?"

The three half-dressed girls walked through the door and soon found themselves in a room lit entirely with candles and a large dining table in the center. The girls fanned out around the room and began searching for any vestige of clothing.

Mackenzie approached something that looked like a storage closet, feeling hopeful. Marianne approached a metal cloche that lay in the middle of the table, preparing to life the cover. And Willow was about to push open a door that read KITCHEN.