About as well as you'd expect

"What the hell?!" Cloud shouted in shock as well stood up on his bare feet and looked around frantically. He was hoping that maybe, just maybe, he might catch a glimpse of a pile of dark clothing sitting on a table or chair or something.

But no, there was no other clothing to be seen. Cloud was stuck in this random church in the middle of creator-knows-where in front of this cute flower girl. Cloud nervously moved his hands in front of his underwear in a futile effort to avert the eyes of this young lady. "Do you know what happened to my clothes...?" he muttered, embarrassed beyond belief.

As he had been darting around looking for his clothes, the flower girl had simply been giggling at the absurd (albeit very attractive) display in front of her. Hearing the SOLDIER's question, she shook her head. "Unfortunately, I haven't," she answered, a sympathetic look on her face. "You were like this when I found you."

"Oh, man..." Cloud put his hands in his head, at a loss for words. He had been robbed! And he had no way of knowing who had done it! As he continued to wallow in his own self-pity, he noticed a fimiliar weapon on the floor. "Well, at least my sword is still here..." he muttered solemnly. It wasn't exactly easy to steal something so large and so heavy.

"Ahem," the flower girl cleared her throat. "Maybe I can help you get them back!" she reached out and grabbed Cloud's hand. "I'm Aerith. And you are?"

Cloud looked at the mysterious beauty in front of him, as she stared longingly at his body with a hint of a blush on her cheeks. He internally argued with himself. Should he allow this stranger to help him through this humiliating predicament? Or should he run off by himself, nearly naked, and hope for the best?