Mixed opinions

Corrin stood shocked at what she had heard over the loudspeaker. Her surprise turned to concern, when she realized that meant she had not a stitch of clothing to her name. Corrin began looking around the room for anything, even a pillow case to cover up with. Several minutes later, she turned up nothing to cover with other than the small throw pillow she slept with.

She laid down on the bed, wondering what to do. Her anger flared, thinking about how Master Hand had dismissed the issue so apathetically. She knew that the first thing she would do once she was dressed, would be a visit to Master Hand to teach him a lesson. In the meantime, she had no clothes, and no intention of going outside her room yet.