A special bedsheet

The moment her gaze settled on the bed, Aqua darted over to it, grabbing at the sheet on top and tugging it free; she struggled to wrap it around herself, flushing as to do so she needed to use her hands for a purpose other than covering herself. The sheet slipped out of her grip for an instant; she scrambled to bring it up higher, before holding it in place with both hands.

Nervously she turned back to face the wardrobe, flushing.

Far from how one would expect a Keyblade Master to look, she had nothing but a violet sheet wrapped in a circle around herself, fabric tightly pressed around her chest just a hint of cleavage sneaking into view but with enough of her shoulders there that it was clear she had nothing on underneath. Meanwhile below that, it descended as far as her knees, bare shins ending with boots visible beneath.

She clasped her hands together over the separate ends of the bedsheets, bare arms shaking slightly, making no secret of her desperation to keep covered.

"I- I-" Aqua began, and swallowed. Breathe in, breathe out, relax, try to forget that she'd just seen you naked- she whimpered again. "This castle's been cursed, right? You said you weren't always a wardrobe."

"Yes dear," the wardrobe said. "The master refused to give shelter to a passing beggar; she revealed that in truth she was an enchantress, and cursed him so to appear as much of a beast as he was on the inside, to remain that way unless the curse could be broken before the last petal of an enchanted rose falls."

"A vengeful curse?" Aqua said.

For a moment she was distracted. That definitely sounded like darkness, which meant her duty was to stay here and try and sort things out. She swallowed.

Maybe she couldn't break the curse, she couldn't interfere in another world's affairs, but she could stop the enchantress with any luck. Agents of darkness were within her purview.

Nervously, she adjusted the bedsheet.

"Thank you," Aqua said, training and politeness overtaking her for a moment.

Then she hurried out of the room as quickly as she dared, slowing just enough to make sure the sheet didn't flare up too much. With one hand she tugged it tighter, making sure it hugged her ass rather than riding up.

She had a goal, which unfortunately meant she had a reason to stay on this world with its spell-enforced nudity. The sooner she could get this over with, the better.

Her pace wasn't as fast as it had been. She didn't sneak to sneak from cover to cover now, but she did need to keep the bedsheet wrapped tightly around herself; she stumbled along down the middle of the castle's vast hallways, nervously glancing around in case any more furnishings came to life. Even if she was a little more modest now, she still didn't want to be seen-

She turned the corner, and immediately heard a roar. She tensed, and saw... something standing in the hallway.

It was only a little larger than a man, with brown fur in patches and fearsome horns and teeth, a Beast in the castle glaring at her.

"Intruder!" it roared. "Another one!"

It sounded frustrated more than anything, but Aqua immediately tensed. It wasn't furniture, but it didn't look like any Unversed she'd ever seen; either way it seemed like a threat. Quickly she adjusted her blanket, holding it together with one hand while she reached out with her other, summoning her Keyblade.

The Keyblade Master stood there like that for a moment, nerves making her shake slightly. A violet bedsheet wrapped around her nude form, bare shoulders peering out the top, one arm holding a weapon, the other frantically trying to keep her covering together as it slipped a little more, a hint of skin further down her chest sneaking into view.

She bit her lip, cheeks blazing-

And then her blanket yelled at her. "Don't hurt the master!"

Wait, it was alive too?! Aqua yelped, instinct making her fling the sheet aside; why hadn't it said anything?!

Stupid question. Charitable answer, it was being polite. Uncharitable answer, she'd been holding it against her tits, her- Aqua whimpered, shivering slightly, and then yelped anew as she realised she'd lost her modesty.

Damn it, she really couldn't trust anything in this castle to serve as cover could she? Anything might be... Her cheeks burned.

Flushing further, she regarded the Beast, angling her body almost sideways; one arm was still outstretched, Keyblade in hand, leaving her other to slink down the side of her body, upper arm covering one of her tits, hand over her pussy, and trying to keep the covered side of her chest facing the Beast's eyes.

She swallowed, aware of how awkward and undignified she looked. Oh god, she couldn't be having a battle naked, she just couldn't-

Wait, had the blanket called it the master? The wardrobe had said he'd been turned into a Beast. Was that good or bad?

And did it matter?! She was still stark naked and it still had eyes. She squealed, hunching slightly in her best attempt at one-armed cover, aware of how inadequate this would be if things took a turn for the worse.