Somewhere warmer.

"I'm a day of hot July stranded in the middle of a snowy winter! I want my surroundings to compliment me!" — Jen danced through the empty tiled floor, each step of her gorgeous boots echoing around. Her yellow dress was fluttering around wildly, constantly reminding her how easy it was to enjoy all of her new predicament.

The girl approached one of the doors that could lead her out of here. She turned the knob, but it was locked. Her dashing glance reached the screen near the door. Red letters on it were telling:

"2/3"

"Oh, you won't count the dress! How dare you! This is such an injustice!"

"You'd wish it was locked on as well. Let's see what we can do about that."