Explore the end.

The sheer scale of the room you're now in takes a moment to ingest. Bulbs on the ceiling cast bright light upon a chamber filled with people. Strange machinery and shelves of various reagents, vials, books, and other things can be seen in what otherwise looks like the interior of a warehouse. You can see dozens of Elok's constructs, some merely spheres, others shaped into taller golems and other machines of war. There are many ALICEs as well, and some formica insectrin too. That isn't all, however. There are plenty of regular folk, from humans to catfolk to dwarves to anything else. It's a mix of bandits, cultists, and whoever would be willing to come here willingly. They're all facing a wooden stage with deafening applause--some swinging metal or wooden steins filled with frothy beer.

There's a beautiful woman on the stage. She has an unnatural radiance about her despite looking human. She has pale green hair currently tied back into a bun, though a few hairs from her bangs curl up like a spring over her forehead. Above that, she wears a gold circlet, or perhaps a tiara on her head, though it doesn't look quite like either. Her stunning gaze is like two rings of yellow light. Her body is covered by a wide opened lab coat that reaches her ankles, though beneath that is a thick, pale yellow sweater. She wears a short black pencil skirt and dark stockings, as well as flats to match. The shoes are actually quite lovely when inspected closely, as they're decorated with a pattern of thin golden swirls.

With dramatic flair, the familiar angel throws her lab coat to the side. People cheer and whistle, bringing a hint of pink to her cheeks despite the fact that she's still incredibly covered.

Serafina. The angel that fled from LAB #3 - MUIAN after we attacked. Of course she'd be here. We're probably near that place again.

She holds a rapier in her hand, and it's aimed directly at someone bound on her knees in the center of the stage. It's a catfolk with black hair tied into pigtails by white bands. The tips of her ears and the end of her tail match--snow white. She's garbed in simple leather armour, and behind her on the floor are her weapons--a bow and a blade.

Is that Rinlin?!

Rinlin Vali. You remember first meeting her when she was captured by that lich, along with Thomas Whitham. Your party, with the help of Nyllia, defeated the lich and rescued his captives. It's been quite some time since you've seen her. By the looks of things, she's not in a good place. Her mouth is gagged, and her arms are tied by rope behind her back. This is an execution.

Standing at the leftmost edge of the stage is an armoured man standing with a halberd planted firmly against the ground by his feet. He peers out from within his helmet, and it's he who speaks out to silence the audience. With a gauntlet raised into the air and a booming, "Attention!" everybody ceases their cheering to watch intently.

He continues. "Demon King Elok Daven is not home, and Lady Breiah is not to be disturbed. So I ask you all. What would they do with a little kitten so carelessly poking around where she doesn't belong?"

"Lop off her head!" shouts a woman from the crowd.

The armoured man laughs deeply. "A wonderful answer. I'm proud of you. We can't let this stand, though we also can't let others know she was ever here. There is **** but one that leads to her ****. So, allow us to make an example out of her. If any of you are even considering a move against the Demon King, watch closely. Serafina? End the kitten's life."

"R-Right," the angel stutters. She peers down at the captive and readies her blade.

I need to act fast! Shit. I haven't found any other entrance. If I grab her and Bunny Hop, it might not work at all. I could remain invisible, but that won't do anything for Rinlin. I could give her the potion, but this stupid thing doesn't work the same for women. That's so stupid! I can't keep thinking. I gotta do something now.

You sprint into action.

With all the speed you can muster, you vault into the massive chamber and through the crowd of people, no longer caring if you bump into some on the way. They react with confusion, but how could they assume it's some sort of invisible, silent intruder? You tumble onto the stage just as Serafina pulls back her rapier.

The only thing I can hope for is a distraction. But how do I manage that? I can't even stop being invisible if I wanted to!

There's only one thing you can think to do. You run up to Serafina, bring out the remaining little bit of your Elixir of No Finding, pop the cork, tickle her neck, and splash it into her mouth when her lips open up. The concoction's magic immediately comes into effect.

Every last garment on Serafina's body vanishes. Even her sword turns invisible. Sadly for her, this doesn't extend to her body. The sweater really was holding back some puppies as well, which are now completely on display. The nude angel doesn't even notice at first what's happening. She first realizes her weapon can't be seen and drops it in panic and confusion. She then looks to the audience's reaction. Given she's still technically wearing her clothes, she doesn't feel like anything is wrong.

The crowd hoots and hollers, and bursts into laughter.

Then the armoured man turns. His hand loosens, causing his halberd to fall loudly to the ground. His eyes practically bulge out of his helmet. "W-W-Wowza!" he shouts as he gawks at the angel's goods.

Much like a succubus, an angel is extremely gorgeous, though instead of beings of pure sexual hedonism, they're supposed to represent a natural beauty, as well as all that's good in the world. She certainly is sporting some goods that's for certain. People are getting a full view of that natural beauty.

You wrap your arms out Rinlin, but you can't even whisper into her ear to let her know what's happening. You'll just have to hope she'd rather take her chances with the mysterious unseen **** grabbing onto her than the execution.

At last, Serafina notices. She looks down, touches the invisible sweater, and flushes completely red. "Aaaahhhhh!" she screams, sinking down into her knees as she attempts to cover herself up, though it must feel so incredibly strange given she technically already is.

Everyone is definitely distracted.

You lift Rinlin into your arms and scurry off the stage to whatever the closest door may be. You can't be picky. Somehow, you seem to make your way through without anyone shouting behind you. An angel's naked body really was the perfect way to grab everyone's attention.