Mackenzie bears a shade of red

Mac butted down the door past the wooden planks, but still had to climb through. She went in head first and tried to doggy-door it. “Uhm. Ahem, could I get a hand?” She called to Billy. He pushed her through and she laid flat on the floor. Through the view of the camera, the audience could see her vanish into the house and than the hole be covered by a thin black fabric.

“Woah…” Ms. Fairbairn sighed out looking at the intriguing interior of the home. “Billy. Come in here. You gotta see this.” She got off her knees and arms.

“Uhhh. Mac?” He called out, with concern.

“Not the time, Bill. This place is a rich trove for a reporter.” Mackenzie belayed his warning. Shrugging it off, he somehow managed to squeeze through the hole. Mackenzie looked over and saw the skirt draped over the hole. “Ahh Hmm.” She tried not to freak out. “Could I get that back please?” She stuck out her hand, realizing the four red cheeks the viewing audience had caught glimpses of. Billy, chuckled and tossed her the surprisingly unripped garment.

She debated owning her embarrassment for a second, wondering if or how that might affect her social life. She heavily regretted having to drop it on the ground and casually hint to Billy to bring the camera up a little. Her cheeks were almost still glowing

“As you can see here, this owner was a big collector of female statues and art pieces. A very uncommon theme to collect.” She showed the camera a mantle, jam packed with interesting statuettes and paintings of nude women. “I’ll be. Whoever died here had an interesting taste in art. I, myself, do not find it so flattering.” She took the opportunity to put her skirt back on while the camera was browsing through the perverse items. She couldn’t get the button done in time when the Billy turned around, but it wasn’t a huge deal.