The door is shut. She has to find another entrance.

Vivianne's mood became quite sour. The Haunted Mansion suddenly seemed a lot less friendly and exciting place to her. "I mean, come on! Isn't this security a bit too much?" she complained to herself. She tried the handle again, but the door wouldn't budge. And the skirt was definitely stuck; she couldn't get it out without tearing it.

With a heavy heart Vivianne untied the skirt and stepped out of it. For a second her sweet pink panties were in plain sight - but fortunately there wasn't anyone there, and even if it was, the goth girl's secret would probably be preserved by the dense fog.

Nevertheless, Vivianne started blushing. She's never been outside while clothed so scarcely, being one of those extremely shy human beings. To cover at least the upper part of her thighs, she pulled the hem of her top down. Fortunately, its fabric was elastic enough to cover at least the panties; it did not, however, help against the biting cold.

Vivianne looked around the balcony, but it seemed there's no other way inside, short of breaking the window. Alternatively, she could climb over to the tree and then down; then she could walk around the building and use the main entrance. Someone could see her, but the long top would probably cover enough for her to maintain her decency.