Greet your people.

Nobody is wearing their armour, nor are they armed with weapons--not even Niki or Bek if you can believe it. Perhaps it's from exhaustion, recovery, or after so much conflict stretching over such a long amount of time, even the mightiest warriors desire only to lay down their arms. This is a time purely for peace. In fact, you see outfits you've never even seen before on some of the folks around you. No doubt this is how Luna celebrates. From the look on her face, she seems excited to try out new styles, especially without an enemy looming over them all. With less need to fight, there will surely be more time for dressing up. At least, that's how she likely sees it. For some of those who live here, combat is how they often relax. An adventurer's blood never truly settles after all.

Lady Nyllia Tesgella, perhaps the most famous adventurer in the Empire of Tivera, approaches you with an arm respectfully over her chest in a sort of salute. She wears high, pale blue jeans that nearly cover her belly button, and beautifully decorated white flats. The nails of her toes are painted pink to match her hair. The top she wears is much the same, though trimmed black with a thin string tying the center closed over her bust. It's a crop top blouse, which certainly accentuates her bountiful assets. There's an outline of a flower stitched over her right breast with a tiny smile in the center. The more Luna experiments, the more you feel as if you're back on Earth, and it's a surreal thing to see given someone such as Nyllia is no less an elf because of it. The contrast makes it even more attractive.

Her gaze meets yours. There's a hint of colour in her cheeks when she runs her other hand back through her long, flowing, radiant locks which are already blowing in the cool autumn breeze. "All hail Kyle Warren, our brave, handsome, powerful Hero King of Tivera." She doesn't shout, yet her words carry across the crowd. Perhaps the voice of a templar is one that travels far and wide, or they were already waiting to hear words such as those.

Either way, your audience erupts into jovial cheer.

Yaera Tedrilui, mother of Amara, stands nearby, still stunning in her beautiful white robe, and with her long golden hair. "You have done amazing things, Hero King Warren." While not Catherine II, she feels almost like a queen herself by the way she speaks, and the manner in which she composes herself. Her presence is powerful yet invitingly warm--the opposite side of a coin to somebody such as Mistress Dajy. "Whatever it is you wish to do with my daughter, you have my complete blessing."

"Mom!" Amara whispers, rather embarrassed by such a forward statement. She tugs on her choker, still flushed by how much mana she's used in the past day alone. Surely she's tapped out, and her body definitely can't take another spell.

She casts a coy smile over to her daughter. "Oh please, my sweetest thing. Kyle is quite literally your keyholder. There is no reason to play innocent."

"That is not the point," she mutters back. Yet after she does, she casts a smile to the side, perhaps thinking about you. It's actually quite outstanding all she's done, even if the work of a support is often overlooked. As an archpriest, her divine powers will only grow.

Rada clears his throat awkwardly before stepping forth to speak something next. "And I--"

Eva immediately butts in. "I'm going to stop you right there. Do not say that about me."

"That wasn't my intention!"

Niki snorts, wrapping her arm around the bunnyfolk's shoulder. "Outing yourself now, huh?"

Eva flushes red. Of your main party, she's certainly the strangest. She chose the elite class of universalist, which is often seen as the weakest of them all, and not one chosen by adventurers. Though with her bloodline and ingenuity, she's already been able to do amazing things, and there's no telling what else she's capable of doing.

You raise a hand, and people hush.

"What can I even say?" you begin your speech. "We fought. We won. Not to take away from the immense work every single person put into this. Not to take away from the struggle and the pain. But let's be honest. Does anybody truly want to stand around and hear me talk? Our enemy is no more! This isn't the time for listening. You already know what time this is for. You were doing it already. Eat, drink, dance, and sing! Stop focusing on just me already. Party. Party. Party!" With that, you throw a fist up into the air.

The cheer is even louder than before. After some laughter, people disperse, though the sun hasn't even set yet. There's so much time left, and you imagine this is going to be one of those nights where nobody goes to bed until the deepest hours of the night. Once again, there's confetti and song and all manner of games--perhaps more destructive at times than they should, but there's already so much ruin that perhaps people feel as if this is their opportunity to embrace it.

Tom approaches you and slaps your hand. "Honestly my friend, I have nothing I can really say. You're an outstanding man. A better man than I." Before you can respond, however, he raises a hand to continue. "Hold on. I'm not saying this as a lack of confidence. I mean it when I say you're my role model. I'll continue to serve you as long as you'll have me, and I'd like to lean all I can. You deserve all you've gotten. You're no fraud. I hope people outside of Castle Phoenix learn that too."

"Hey. Thanks, man," you respond. "You've already become pretty incredible. I saw the shots you were making. You've also gotten pretty close to--Oh. Speak of the demon."

He turns to see Vodrani, all done up with an adorable pink dress. It's quite the contrast to her ordinarily cold resolve. It's cut low around her shoulders, pronouncing her bosom quite effectively to Tom's distracted gaze, as much as he tries to help it. There's a large red bow around her midsection, like she's a cute gift ready to be unwrapped. With the expression in her eyes, though only while she looks at him, she appears so innocent and sweet. There's a love there you could recognize even without any special senses.

"I'd like to celebrate as well," she whispers, caressing a hand tenderly over his cheek. "But, not here. Elsewhere."

"O-Oh. Uh--" He briefly glances to you, perhaps for guidance, but you simply gesture your eyes as if to push his attention back to her. "Right. Me too."

She smiles. Her other hand joins in next. "My handsome Tommy." She leans in close and whispers even quieter, directly into his ear. "And I'd like to continue this celebration, long into the night. I'd be ever so happy if my legs did fail me come morning."

He lets out a flustered exhale. However, he then looks her straight into the eyes and runs his hands down through her hair, to stop on her cheeks as well. He holds her there gently, and speaks softly back, after he musters up enough courage. "I won't be done until the sun comes up, and even then, there's no guarantee."

This actually causes her to flush. Whether or not he's writing cheques he can't cash is for now uncertain, but Vodrani drags Tom away very quickly after that. You won't be seeing him for a long time.

"Hey, Kyle!" Niki shouts, approaching you quickly. Wobble wobble. Her body appears quite different without her armour, despite it not covering her up all that much normally. But without it, she wears nothing more than a thin, tight brown band of fabric around her tits, and while they compress them somewhat, the effect is minor. They bounce around as she moves, and there's a hint of her Rite of the Sun markings shown around the edge of one side. She normally wears tight short shorts, but they stand out more when she doesn't have her breastplate, or the extra pieces of armour. Her hands are uncovered, as are her feet, as she moves freely in nothing but the two garments. It really shows her dark, toned body in full. Her eyes shine like rubies, and while her short black hair is a mess like always, there's something quite fetching about the look--an opinion not all that uncommon, though you fail to believe Niki understands the allure of a tomboy with bedhead. This is just who she is as a person, always.

Perhaps she knows you've eyed her over a few times already, or not. She's a warrior, so you reckon she's quite good at catching another's subtle movements, but when it comes to matters of romance, she certainly lacks expertise. "I hope you're enjoying the evening," you say back. "You deserve it."

"The sun setting is pretty beautiful," she says, running a hand back through her hair as she casts her attention briefly to the sky. Through the walls, the sun itself is unseen, though the reds and oranges it radiates between the clouds is clearly visible. "And to hear everyone so happy... Well, it's something else."

"I can't help but notice how you look, bathed in the glow of the setting sun. I think the colour scheme fits you. And this isn't a joke about the name sunheart either. You may not be wearing some sort of flowing dress, but when I see you now, burning bright under the autumn--"

"S-Stop! I'm gonna stop you there," she says, holding up her hands the moment her face flushes deep crimson. Though after a moment of silence, she looks away bashfully, and then finally stares into your eyes once more. "Sorry," she whispers. "I kinda regret asking you to stop."

"Would you like me to continue?" you ask.

"It's all right. I th-think, uhm... Oh, Amara!" She deflects her embarrassment to the elf nearby.

While she still wears the heart-choker you have the key for someplace, she's otherwise changed into something else. It's another dress, though instead of her normal adventuring garb of white, this one is a pale green with patterns of leaves and vines. It's even longer than what she's normally wear, though it's tailored perfectly to her curves, and as always, she can somehow draw your eyes without any manner of skimpy attire. The bottom of the dress flares out like a blooming flower, and while the collar is cut down, it only gifts a hint of her cleavage. The material, upon closer inspection, is quite amazing. Tiny sparkles decorate the fabric like a sky of stars--some sort of glitter, though you can't quite tell if it's gemstones or something you've yet to see from this world. Her nails are painted all colours, both on her fingers and her toes, like a rainbow, and heels decorate her feet.

Though as she nears, you notice her kick the heels off before pressing her bare feet into the grass with an expression of relief. "Greetings," she says a moment after, curtsying with her dress in a formal manner. "Do you like this dress? It was a gift, from my mother, among other things."

"You look amazing," you reply. "Radiant. There are no words. I don't know how you manage to distract me so effectively without any sort of, you know--"

"Skimpy stuff," Niki interrupts. "Though when you do, whew!"

You look to Niki. "How much have you had to drink to be suddenly hitting on Amara like that?" you jest.

"I'm not drunk, first of all. Secondly, I was merely complimenting our gorgeous elven companion."

You chuckle and look back to Amara. "She really is stunning, isn't she?"

Amara places her hands adorable on her cheeks as she blushes. "You are both far too kind."

Mina the squeakin scurries over with some sort of device in her hand. She's wearing a similar yet not the same yellow dress as she normally does, and she's decided not to part from the backpack she wears. Still, she looks at you with a big smile as she waves her tiny hand over her head. Her big, round ears wobble back and forth. "Hi, Kyle! How's it going?" she asks.

"Oh hey Mina," you reply. "I'm great. What about yourself? And is Rose all right too?"

"Yeah. She loves parties like these, so she's off having a drink or three. Wanna see a new invention of mine?"

"I do, of course."

"Ta da!" Not only does she lift into the air the device in her hand, which appears like some kind of strange remote control, but she uses it to gesture to somebody coming up behind her. Though it isn't some kind of robot, but Eva Beela the bunnyfolk mage?

Eva stands in a tight-fitting shoulderless dress. It's a muted dark crimson, and it runs down her curvy body to end just past her knees. It's perhaps one of the most covering outfits you've seen on Eva, yet her body strained behind the outfit that isn't tailored to fit her shape doesn't leave much to the imagination still. It's easy to look past it not being made to fit her, however, as it's still a lovely little dress--one might wear clubbing, with a sheen to the slippery fabric which would appear rather radiant beneath the flashing lights of a dance club. You aren't sure if that was actually the intent, but it's something that came to your mind. When you look very closely, which causes Eva to blush when you do so, you can make out a series of tiny horizontal lines going all the way up.

"Usually clothing is Luna's forte," you respond.

"Aha. Good catch. Though not by Luna's hands, I did get help from a seamstress. But no, this is not just a dress."

"Wait what?" Eva asks. She looks down over herself, sliding her hands over the garment she's been convinced to wear. "Hold on, Mina. You just told me to try it on. This isn't going to do something weird, right?" she asks with a growing worry in her voice.

She smiles innocently back. "Noooo, of course not."

"M-Mina, please. Don't do anything w-weird, okay? Let me just take this back off, somewhere private--"

"You see behind me, a bountiful, busty, bouncy bunny, correct?" Mina asks, as if she were doing a commercial. "Short and shexy."

"That alliteration isn't--" Eva tries to speak up, but she's quickly cut off yet again.

"Let's say she wants to go out and have some fun, but she doesn't know what dress she wants to wear? Or, she doesn't know how skimpy she wants to dress. Decisions decisions. We've all been there, right?"

"Mina--"

"Well! Name pending, but what if you could have a customizable dress? Not to put Luna out of work, but could you imagine having clothes you could shape to fit however you feel, without having multiple garments cluttering up your closet? Let me give you an example." She holds the remote up, showing the two dials it presents. There are different levels of a meter. Right now, the dials are at the bottom, and the meter is as well. But when she twists one, a green light travels partly up the meter.

When she does that, Eva's dress is suddenly made shorter. Two segments, if that were how you'd measure it based upon the horizontal lines you saw earlier, disappear completely. Now the dress is cut above her knees, around her thighs.

While not all that skimpy yet, Eva flushes at the prospect. She brings her hands down to where the fabric was, but there's nothing. She instead grabs hold of where it is now. "Nooo. No no no. We aren't doing this. Mina, give me the r-remote."

"Say please," Mina teases.

"How many drinks did you have before coming over here--Stop!" she screams as the dial is turned further.

The meter climbs. Two more segments disappear, leaving Eva with a dress just short of her waist. She knows she can hardly move, or somebody will see what's below. By how red her face is, you start to wonder exactly what Mina had her do before redressing. It seems very likely there isn't exactly anything beneath.

"Get the remote from her, Kyle! Eva blurts out in panic.

Mina giggles. "If you try and grab me, I might just accidentally twist the dial all the way up in an instant."

"You wouldn't--"

Suddenly, she cranks it. Eva's dress disappears, all the way up to the bottom of her tits, but hardly a second later, it's right back down to where it was before--just past her hips. She screams, holding her hands down to conceal her bare pussy, even if it was so quick that surely nobody saw except for you, Niki, Amara, and of course, Mina. "This party is so much fun, Kyle."

"We have to make sure you never collaborate with Fava," you say.

"Oh right, the pixie," Mina says. "She went off with the banshee, to help fix up the body she pilots around. That's incredible magic technology, by the way. It's a shame it was banged up so badly. I'm just glad the girl inside was fine."

"Ya can't kill a ghost," Niki says with a snap of her fingers.

"I mean..." You ponder for a moment, but realize quickly it isn't worth it to argue.

"That is quite amazing," comes the voice of Snow, who seems to appear from nowhere. She has a black garment concealing the bottom half of her face, though in contrast, hardly any other part of her is the same. She's dressed in nothing more than black bikini bottoms and a skimpy sports bra, though perhaps she wouldn't refer to either by those names, and otherwise she wears only the belt that holds her quiver. For once, she has no other blades on her, though she approaches with her ornate bow in her hand.

"Thank you," Mina replies. "Should I make it shorter?"

Eva immediately shouts, "No!"

"Speaking of skimpy," Niki says with a chuckle. "Nice outfit, Snow."

"You are hardly wearing more," she replies.

Niki looks down over herself. "Oh. You think?"

You eye over the pale beauty--an adorable yet sexy ninja cat, and one who has been with you for some time. It was by her hand you were able to defeat Demon King Sa'dis after all, of course with your other allies too. Her usual attire is quite alluring, though she's now hardly wearing much at all. Your gaze lingers down to her belly button, and when your attention flicks back to her eyes, you can see a hint of colour across her nose. "I'm sure it makes it easier to move," you tease.

"It does," she replies. "But I'm simply trying to... let loose."

"But you still carry a weapon."

"Ah yes. Well, I was actually practicing my shot with some of the others. That is relaxing to me." She reaches up and tugs the mask down off her face to hand around her neck.

You smile. "I'm glad. I want you to be happy, Snow. You deserve it. Not to sound strange, but your appearance is surely helping with other's relaxation as well."

"I see," she whispers bashfully, glancing away.

"Oh right. I owe you something."

"I cannot remember such a--Ooh..."

She melts to your touch as you place your hand upon her head. You pat up and down, and then run your hand back over her soft, white hair. "Good girl," you whisper, just quietly enough so that her sensitive feline ears can pick it up. "Thank you for everything."

Her eyes spin. Her face fills with pink. "I-I-I-I--..."

Amara wraps her hands around you from behind, closing her fingers over your stomach. "How sweet you are," she says.

"Are we hugging?" Niki asks. Before waiting for an answer, she wraps her arms around the both of you.

Eva smiles. She approaches, and embraces the group as well, nuzzling her head against your cheek. "This is nice," she says with a giggle.

"Oh. I forgot to show what the other dial does," Mina says. As soon as Eva's eyes open wide at those words, it's already too late. She turns the dial, and the green light which previously ran up from the bottom of the meter now comes down from the top. Two segments disappear from the opposite side of Eva's dress, nearly popping her tits out in an instant. Somehow, it stops just short, though they're still rather visible.

Eva then grips you harder, pushing her barely covered breasts against the embrace. "M-Mina, stop!

This is a beautiful moment, but I unfortunately should speak with The Edge, or maybe I should say Eugene.