The Mirror Maze

Broken reflections of Emily danced through the halls as she crept through the mirror maze, timidly holding her shirt down over her naked hips. She kept catching glimpses of herself, and being reminded of her state of undress. A dishevelled buxom blonde, scampering around the funhouse with nothing on but a loose yellow T-shirt, visibly bra-less beneath it, clutching the hem to try to conceal as much of her long, lovely legs as possible. It wasn't very dignified. She hoped she'd have a chance to tidy herself up and get some more clothes before talking to Nathan again.

Nathan, lurking in the hidden hallways behind the mirrors, watched her walk. As she came to a stop at a junction, hopelessly lost and fretting over which way to go, he looked down at the device he held in his hand. It looked like a remote control, only with more buttons.

He pressed one.

A jet of water sprayed out of the floor between Emily's feet, making her squeal as it shot up her T-shirt. It was cold! And that was a very sensitive place!

Nathan dropped the remote as if he'd been scalded. No! He couldn't give in to temptation! It wasn't right to shoot jets of ice-cold water up girls' skirts! Even if they were completely at your mercy, and all you had to do was press a button!

He looked down at the remote, gulping. It was the master remote for the whole funhouse. There were all kinds of bizarre, untested devices built into the thing, most of them sexual-harassment suits waiting to happen. Even Mr. Jackson didn't know how all of them worked. Apparently he'd commissioned some famous mystery architect, a reclusive genius who was rumoured to only take very specific jobs. Nathan didn't know if that was true. But he knew there was something very weird about this funhouse.

He looked at Emily. She was still lost, scampering around the maze, looking very cute and nervous.

He could help her find the way out. That would be the right thing to do.

He could leave her to her own devices.

Or he could start pressing some of the buttons.