Palutena has to make one big donation

Having extendable wings could be a big advantage for Palutena in a situation like this. An indoor wind whipped up every time she flapped them and discouraged anyone from approaching her, literally pushing them back in some cases. More importantly, they'd allow her to fly over the heads of the mall-goers and fly to somewhere she could grab herself some replacement clothing. "Hm hm hm! These babies are just as useful now as they were back during the Smash tournament. Sorry, mortals, but I need to excuse myself for now!" she chuckled, happy now that she could no longer hear the **** shoppers shouting requests for her clothes.

The mall was almost pretty from up near the roof, so long as she ignored Medusa snarling down at her. For their part, the customers were all getting a luscious view, ogling the lingerie-clad goddess as she soared past them. Everyone could be happy with this arrangement...

... But it wouldn't last.

"Attention, attention, all shoppers! We are sold out of all Christmas apparel!"

Palutena swore something un-goddesslike under her breath. It sounded like she wasn't going to have any luck getting replacement clothes unless she happened to find some on a display model or from a kind donor. Just then, she realized something more alarming... the mall's PA broadcast system! There was no escaping that, even if she plugged her ears or tried to sing over it.

"We are asking for a few kind donors to give items to those with pre-order requests..."

Palutena groaned. She could just ignore that, right? These guys would live without Santa cosplay boots.

"... or else, our shopping mall is likely to be sued, resulting in massive layoffs to cut overhead, and the cancellation of many Christmases."

"Laying it on a bit thick there!" Palutena called out in aggravation, but whoever was behind the PA couldn't hear her.

"Please donate applicable items to the box at the mall's center, next to the big Christmas tree. Thanks in advance, you're a real goddess for doing this! We are currently looking to restock: two count knee-high Santa boots, one count limited-edition mistletoe bra."

"Oh, you're a real peach yourself, whoever you are," Palutena complained, while slowly lowering herself back down towards the floor. The crowd cheered for her graciousness-- or perhaps the close-up view-- as her boots touched back down nearby the Christmas tree. They wouldn't be on her feet much longer. The goddess sat down on an oversized Christmas present decoration and slowly began to unlace the black, leather boots. "Hey, this vessel your guy talked about had better be worth it, Medusa!"

"He's not 'my guy,' he's just a sponsor. And your humiliation had better be equal to the prize he's holding for you."

For a moment, Palutena's ears perked up, figuratively. It sounded like Medusa was confirming the vessel was real, at least.

Perhaps eager to remind Palutena that she wasn't her friend, Medusa chuckled with a sinister, booming voice. "Skyworld's getting quite a show right now, my sister. That little boy-toy of yours... I wonder how he's enjoying it?"

"Oh, and how about yours? Oh, wait! Mine beat the snot out of him and you. So how about you shut up for a while?" Palutena spoke back, raising a rather un-goddesslike one finger gesture towards the face in the sky. The boots were off before she knew it and placed into the donation box. Although she didn't relish walking barefoot around the mall for the rest of her unfortunate stay, the next part was going to be harder. She had to pull off that cute Christmas bra-- and not in the sense she'd been pulling it off, with her banging body, up to this point.

With a heavy sigh, Palutena loosened the tie under the mistletoe on the back, then slowly let it fall from her bosom. She crossed her arms over her breasts, knowing what now was left there: nothing but a pink-red strip of gift-wrap with a pretty bow, covering the bare necessities. It was no longer a matter of overboob or underboob-- her whole tits were out, save just the critical points the tape was pulled over. A little tag dangled in sight of the shoppers, just past where her arms could cover, reading "DO NOT OPEN TILL XMAS."

"Hm hm hm. How naughty. I think we're going to be opening that early!" Medusa goaded her.

"What? Are you serious?!" Palutena protested, hugging her arms tighter around her chest and unconsciously pushing the tops up a bit, squishing her boobs together. "How long is this challenge going to go on for?"

"Until there's nothing left, I hope!" Medusa snarled with pleasure, then paused. "Oh. He says five rounds. You're entering round four, by the way."

Palutena wiped sweat from her forehead. "Good... I can do this. Just two rounds left. This is nothing compared to the war against demonkind, right? This is small potatoes. A goddess doesn't fear potatoes!" she reminded herself, although, with just a ribbon over her chest and Christmas panties in front of all of these people, she didn't feel as confident as she sounded.

Roll 7!

Outfit durability: 12/30 (Gift-wrap on boobs revealed, lingerie bottom revealed)