Showstopper

Melinoë leaned against the handle of her weapon, taking a moment to collect herself. A rare moment, mind you, as Scylla rarely ever STOPPED her set mid-fight. What's more, the sea monster was absolutely seething as she scowled toward her.

"I get it now. I see EXACTLY what kind of person you are, Lady!"

"Erm..." Melinoë's eyebrows raised at the accusatory tone. "You see that I'm... The princess? The slayer of Titans? Your number one critic? I'm not sure..."

"WE are musicians. Artists! Our craft is our life AND ****!" Scylla continued, her sharp teeth bared in inexplicable frustration. "While YOU think you can just come on stage, show your private parts and steal our fans! Trashy!"

Melinoë blinked. Scylla was an odd conversational partner at any moment, but this time, she was truly lost. She followed her gaze down to her outfit...

Only to see a great deal of soft skin showing!

"What?! How did--"

BAM.

With a deafening guitar screech, Jetty sudden slammed into the princess's back, having used her preferred instrument like a spear!

Melinoë was sent skidding across the cold, wet floor, until she collided with the far wall. This had easily been her most shameful battle in some time-- And it would only get worse as she heard the crowd roar!

That hit was the final straw. Her magic bonus was gone, her silken dress broken--

She lay against the wall, dazed, wet and completely naked. Cheeks flushed, she threw one arm over her large, exposed chest, while the over dove between her legs.

"Blood and Darkness..." Was all the poor, bare princess could mutter.

She could leave. She SHOULD leave. A single incantation, and she'd be whisked back to the safety of her tent. She could dress herself, come back and filet these dreadful fish women...