Witness the final girls.

An adorable sight is beheld within the grand castle entrance. Looming in the shadows, you see a creature of the night--clothing dark and sleek, with hair pale white like the glowing moon. It may not be substantially different, none of them are. Each of these girls have a style they enjoy. Snow's outfit now appears far less plain, however, with cute accessories accentuating her skimpy ninja garb.

She still wears a tight, black mask around the bottom half of her face. It clings down to her neck, which it wraps around. While her previous outfit was like that of a one piece swimsuit, this seems to be similar, though it begins at her chest, leaving her underarms bare, leading to skin-tight black gloves running all the way to the tips of her fingers. Below where the suit wraps firm between her legs, exposing a generous amount of her ass and thighs, she has stockings in a style much like her aforementioned gloves. They lead into cute white tabis, with even cuter purple paw prints embossed on the bottoms.

The most apparent new addition is the plum-coloured ribbon tied beneath her bust, coming to a large bow on her back, just above the hole made for her soft white tail. She also has a leather belt holding a few small weapons, as well as her quiver of arrows and a sheathed shortsword. There are three pale gold, smaller belts binding both her upper arms as above her left knee. Each is capable of holding a couple different throwing blades.

"The golden cobra," Luna speaks before a dramatic pause for effect. "An incredibly rare creature. Don't let the name fool you, though. It's no animal. They're fierce, creature of evil, not demons but only a step away. Smart adventurers know to bring them back whole so that they can be properly skinned. And these snake skins--"

"Though not technically related to snakes in any way!" comes a voice from above.

Floating down from the castle roof is the spirit of Meladarai Tlarthanil. She darts around Snow, though the catfolk hardly reacts. She's quite adept at remaining calm, though also she's likely just used to it at this point. To any new travellers to Castle Phoenix, seeing a banshee so casually interact with the rest of the party is shocking. Of course in reality, Mela is an awkward nerd who loves to study all manner of creatures this world has to offer--a scholarly elf who so tragically had her life cut short, though since then, has been given a functional body to possess and puppet whenever she wishes.

"I'm aware," Luna responds.

Mela readjusts her glasses, flustered. "S-Sorry!"

You wonder if her glasses even do anything at all, given they're merely part of her ghostly visage.

Luna chuckles. She runs her fingernails back through her long, fluffy, cloud-like hair, and smiles at the elven ghost. "It's fine, dear. You're right though."

As Snow steps forth, her recently polished, gorgeously silver bow shines bright by the sun above. Around the lower limb, another ribbon has been tied. It matches her perfectly. It looks to you that the weapon hasn't just been cleaned up, but flourished further, and while her entire strategy is to remain hidden, when she does wish to show herself now, people will definitely notice her presence. She does appear a little bashful at all the attention, though you can tell she's overjoyed at how adorable she appears.

With fingers back through her short white hair, she turns and poses, and while it's absolutely not on purpose, she does so quite adeptly, like she's modelling for a shoot. Her bottom cheeks, squeezed tight by quite the risque bodysuit, glow almost as radiant as her weapon.

Click!

Fava is here, now back in her full-sized body. She sports a toothy grin as she snaps a shot with her brand new YiivCam.

Snow's ears twitch at the sound. She takes hold of her mask and tugs it down, looking next to Luna. "What is that?" she asks.

"Hmm. I think I heard them talking about it," Luna answers. "But we can worry about that after. Our final girl has been patiently waiting to come out."

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Xiaoqing is up next. I hope she's all right. In a pretty short amount of time, she went from hiding in the shadows with most of her body covered, pretending to be a boy named Xue, to finally opening up to be herself again. She even wore a beautiful dress in front of everybody. But she's from Earth too. We understand each other more than the others could. I may not know all that she went through, but I do know what it's like being **** to survive in an alien world.

"Come on out!" Luna announces. "In a fashion show, last is never least. Xiaoqing actually designed much of this herself. She was fully of ideas. And I couldn't say no to that face. Together we made something quite cute I'd say. On her of course, anything would look adorable."

A hatted figure peaks out from inside. "You're embarrassing me!"

"Oh don't be like that. Let us see how you look. Kyle is eagerly waiting."

Tiptoeing into the light, Xiaoqing finally makes herself seen. It's the perfect mixture of what she wore as Xue, her pact with Aak'aba the Empress of Ice, and what she's always wanted to wear. Atop her head is a hat like that of a military captain, with a symbol on its front of a bright blue snowflake. Above the brim is a pale golden band embellished with a heart. The jacket she wears has been purposely made a couple sizes too large. In an adorable decision, it's been designed so that her sleeves are too long for her hands to be visible, and there's no need for pants given it hangs low enough to be a short dress. A golden leather band wraps around her midsection, perhaps made from the same snake-like skin as what Snow wears, with an icy blue buckle with an appearance like glistening crystal.

Her coat is worn by a series of gold buttons and a zipper down the center. With how it extends down, it looks as if she's wearing nothing below, though that's unlikely to be the case. Either way, there's an emblazoned heart on her upper left breast, with the same icy texture as what adorns her belt. This same pattern is also what gives her knee-high boots their magical appearance.

With the theme of various shades of blue, the image on her cap, and her icy hair, she truly looks like a soldier of snow.

"And now show the rest, my dear," says Luna, and you wonder what she means.

Hesitant at first, Xiaoqing does as instructed. She unclasps her belt, and allows her coat to open like a cloak. Now you can see that she is in fact wearing something below--a pair of genuine denim short shorts, just like something straight from Earth. She folds the jacket up and hands it to the moth, before giving a shy, playful spin to show off her outfit in full. The top she wears beneath is a blue sports bra, and long gloves that cover from her upper arms to her wrist--fingers exposed, though a string ties them both to each middle finger. They look just like her boots, tying the entire outfit together.

And on top of that, you can see that a snowflake has been stitched onto the left cheek of her shorts.

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"So cute," you comment.

"I'll say!" Fang shouts, scribbling the finishing touches onto her drawing as quickly as she can.

Xiaoqing takes her coat with a gracious smile. As she walks specifically over to where you're watching, she swings it back over her shoulders, slips her arms through the long sleeves, though keeps it hanging open.

"Universalist mage, archpriest cleric, stormwall warrior, kunoichi rogue, and... I guess some sort of ice warlock?" you ponder aloud. "Not a bad party at all. A great one even."

"Warlock isn't a bad name for it," says Xiaoqing.

"That looks adorable on you. The hearts. The long oversized coat. You can just admit you gave Luna two keywords: military and magical girl."

"You're not far off," she says with a timid chuckle. "I don't know. I've never designed an outfit before, other than in my mind I guess."

"... Warlock, warlock... I feel like I've heard the term--" Snow speaks from behind.

Xiaoqing jumps. "Ah! You really are stealthy, aren't you?"

"Back on Earth, in the game Dungeons & Dragons, at least in 5th Edition, warlocks are basically beings who are given their magical abilities from a powerful being," you explain. "Classic guy who makes a deal with a devil, and can now shoot fire from his hands, but probably now has to do everything his new patron tells him to do."

"I'm thankful that Aak'aba isn't so cruel. She may be distant and difficult to read, though she's been kind to me. I do as she tells me, but most of the time, I follow my own path."

"The class system of this world is strange in general. You don't need to have a class, but it gives you a big boost ahead. This God or Goddess of Adventure, what is their deal? Like, do we know if this deity is tangibly real, like Feli or Lepo, or--"

"God, I think. I always figured this particular being was a man," Luna chimes in from the side. "Ah. That isn't what the conversation was about."

"Nah! Goa is definitely a woman," Niki says, now apparently a part of this conversation.

"Definitely," Fang agrees.

"I've heard it go either way," says Xiaoqing. "But I usually say God."

"Maybe it's both," Eva says, entering the discussion as well.

Mela floats down from above. Like a proud teacher, she readjusts her glasses and points to a chalkboard that doesn't exist. "According to theological papers, Goa has been called the God of Adventure, as well as the Goddess of Adventure, because there have been no provable accounts of somebody actually meeting this individual, or if they are even real. All we know is that at some point, an extremely long time ago, people were given boons in shape of what we call classes, and that has continued to this day. Theories say that it was to give regular humanoids a tool to defend themselves against monsters. But just as likely, it is merely a natural **** of the universe, just like magic, gravity, or the passage of time."

"Hmm. What about you, Kyle?" Xiaoqing asks. She looks you up and down. "You named our classes, but what is yours?"

"Oh yeah. That's a little complicated," you reply. "Officially speaking, my class is Demon King."

"Maybe I'm the isekai protagonist, and I'm supposed to slay you," she jests.

"Come and try."

You see a glint in her eyes, though she says nothing more.

Eva wraps her hands around your upper arm, feeling you over. "I can see why you of all people would question Goa. I mean, you're living proof that the class system can be manipulated. And it isn't like she's coming down to punish you for it."

"Exactly," you respond. "So maybe it is a natural **** after all."

She continues to squeeze, engrossed completely by the feeling of your triceps. "Mhm..."

You decide to let her continue as much as she wishes. "You've probably heard the story in pieces by now, Xiaoqing. We both had a way to get powers in this world. Very different ways, but still. I figure everyone ever isekai'd here had a different way to make it work. I assume many probably just integrated as commoners, and that's why we never hear about them. It can't be easy. These gifts were given to me. As much as I dislike the gift-givers, I may not have survived without them."

Amara bows her head politely. "I disagree. I think you would have found a way regardless."

"Well that's really kind of you to say."

"Now everyone get ready to pose up!" Fava shouts. "I can only print so many of these Yiivshots until I get more supplies or finally reverse engineer this thing, but I would love to get one of everybody's new outfits before you leave on this adventure... and then after that, the swimsuits."

Fang leans in close. "The what?"

You chuckle. "Are you gonna make a swimsuit calendar or something?"

"What's that?" Fava asks.

"Oh. Exactly what it sounds like. On Earth, you could get calendars with a picture for each month, so some people would make--"

"That's a great idea!"

"... Can you not give her ideas?" Snow mutters. "I don't think I'm ready for something like that."