Get everyone dressed.

Jelly spins around in front of a mirror standing up in the corner of the room. Now that she's dressed, she seems quite happy for someone who so quickly is willing to discard her clothing. She wears strangely Earthen clothes, with a denim-like material similar to what makes up Laira's dungarees being used for a pair of short shorts with ragged, torn ends--bottom of the pockets hanging down, exposed. It looks like a black tube top around her chest, though mostly you see the opened, zip-up sweater she wears over top, which is dark purple trimmed with white. Then around her feet are rolled-up socks in a pair of black and white sneakers. It seems Luna is now using her as a guinea pig for more stylized inspired by the things you've told her of Earth.

"It has a hood!" she cries in glee as she pulls it over her head and tightens it so much to where you can barely see her face. In excitement, she begins hustling across the room, though unfortunately, she isn't able to properly see. Almost immediately, she runs straight into Malakae, causing them both to tumble to the floor.

Malakae's robe falls open as she's pinned to the ground. Her face flushed red and she bares her teeth in anger. "G-Get off me immediately!"

Jelly gasps. She pulls the hood back off her face and peers down at the girl beneath her. "... Sorry. I'll be good."

"You can start by standing back up."

"Right!" She bounces to her feet. At long last, she stands still, putting her hands into the pockets of her hoodie.

Luna offers a hand down to the dragon. "Come. I'll have you dressed quickly, as you've been so patient. I'm afraid it won't fit you perfectly, but I do have something similar to what I've been told you were wearing before. Then, as I said, I'll fix you something proper later."

"Fine." Malakae nods and grabs the moth's hand to be hoisted back to her feet. The two of them then proceed back through the back door.

"You gotta be more careful," you say to Jelly. "You're gonna break something."

"I'm really sorry, Kyle. I'm just still so excited after our quest together," she replies. "I can't believe we fought a dragon! But you're right. I'll try to calm down."

"If you wish to go on more quests in the future, that would be a good idea," Yin adds.

Jelly then bends down to pick up the fallen stein. With a nod, she hands it to the devil once again. "All right."

It doesn't take long before the door opens up yet again. It's actually quite surprising, or perhaps it isn't given Luna's record, that what she wears is rather close to what she had before. It's still a qipao, though it's admittedly not quite as fancy-smancy as the ones you've seen her in the past. This one is plain red, with trimming only a few shades darker. It still appears rather silken soft, however, and it's made with the same care and love that fills every thread woven by Luna's careful fingers. That being said, it's definitely a couple sizes too small. It hugs her curves even tighter than her last one, and it doesn't help this one is more of a skirt than a dress. It's cut up the side past her waist, though the actual end of the garment is barely at her thighs. The hole made for her tail doesn't help either--the back now a little higher than usual. Nothing can be seen besides the string of black panties seen at her hip through the cut, though even her cleavage is rather prominent. It was certainly not meant for someone of her... voluptuous figure.

Malakae tugs on the fabric and looks herself over with red in her cheeks. "W-Well, it's certainly better than being nude," she says under her breath. "And it's strangely comfortable. Soft."

"My my. An actual compliment," says Luna with a smile.

She turns back to the group. "But it's nothing like what I was wearing back home."

"Ah. Then I'll take it back right now--"

"No! It's fine. I said it was comfortable, did I not?"

"Thanks again, Luna," you say. "Come on. Let's find you a place to stay, Malakae. You're probably pretty tired after everything that happened today."

Luna waves. "Behave, all of you. Especially you, Jelly. If something happens to your outfit this time, you best at least bring the pieces back, okay?"

"I will!" Jelly hops up and down. "Promise."

"Show me to my chambers then," Malakae says. Somehow she still has the composure to strut towards the door, as if she's the queen and you're her subjects. Though as she walks, you can nearly see the curve of her rear beneath the tiny Chinese dress she now wears. It's hard to take her too seriously when it's clear even without her Kitty Sense that she's hiding an incredible amount of embarrassment. "I expect it's at least more than a tent."