115. The Ballroom
Amy decides to check out the ballroom. It appears there's already a cotillion, or a soiree, or some sort of fancy affair going on. As she walks through the doorway the door swings shut behind her. A well dressed, translucent man standing to her right speaks up.
“Madame is the last guest. There will be no entrance or exit permitted until the affair has reached its conclusion.” Amy nods and turns her attention back to the ballroom. With everything else that's happened in this house, a ghostly ball makes just as much sense as anything. There's a great crowd of people, all dancing in an elaborate circular pattern.
“Madame will join the other guests, I take it?” the man offers.
Amy gulps. She hasn't really done any formal dancing since she was in elementary school and her mom made her take ball room dance classes. She hated it and quit after three lessons. Still, if that's what she has to do to get out of here...
Amy heads out onto the floor, only to feel a cold hand on her shoulder.
“Ahem!” Amy turns to look into the ghastly face of the ghostly servant.
“I apologize, madame, but those shoes are not appropriate attire for the dance. I am afraid you will have to leave them here, lest you scuff up the floor.”
Amy looks down at her feet. She's not sure she's comfortable giving up her footwear. She tries taking off her backpack and removing the boots she picked up in the greenhouse.
The ghostly servant laughs. “I am afraid those boots will be harder on the floor than your current shoes! I believe your... socks should do fine.”
Amy stops to think. Should she obey the ghost's wishes, or ignore them and go dancing in her shoes?
What should Amy do?