Mark and Maisy : Cause Maisy to brush against something that will tear her dress off

As the guy and the girl walk down the dark hallway, you see a splendid opportunity for a little mischief. Unable to see clearly because of the lack of light, and too excited about each other to pay attention to her environment, the girl is walking within inches of a heavy oak cabinet that sits at the edge of the hallway. It would be easy enough to give a gentle push, so subtle she shouldn't notice it, and make her brush against the chair.

You do so, gently guiding her so that her thighs brush against the cabinet. As she does so, the edge of her dress catches on a sharp corner of the wood cabinet. She doesn't notice, and as she keeps walking, the fabric pulls back, the stretches tight.

You have already decided to help the process along. At the exact moment that she brushes against the cabinet and her skirt catches, you slip a tendril under each of the thin shoulder straps of her dress, and use your hands to grab it at neckline and hemline. with one quick yank, you rip her dress off, letting it fall to the floor.

The girl shrieks in alarm and stops walking. She is now wearing only a tiny thong and her sandals. She has a piercing in her belly-button. You haven't seen one of those for a while.

"What the heck happened?" she says, bending down and picking up her dress. She examines it in the dim hallway.

"It's ruined," she says to the guy, who has come up behind her.

"What happened?"

"I brushed against this cabinet, and I must have caught it on something as I did. Then, because it was stuck, it must have ripped off."

"And it's ruined."

She nods, then shows him the dress. "Yes. It's ripped here and here and here. Even if I had the needle and thread, there's just no way I can sew it all back together."

"What can you do?"

"I'll have to find something I can wear before we leave here," the girl says. "In the meantime, I suppose we'd better just find a bedroom." She smiles. "Seeing as how I'm already mostly naked."

"You bet," the guy says, feasting his eyes on her beautiful body. His eyes, you notice, tend to linger on her full breasts. Well, so do yours.

They once again head for the master bedroom. As they do, you allow your hands to brush against Maisy's butt again. Then you quickly shift your hands so you are touching her breasts. She smiles, then frowns when she sees that Mark is too far away to touch her.

They have a short distance to go. You need to figure out your next move.