She gets to her room

Adora slumped in relief, collapsing when she made it to her room. She barely reacted to her clothes pulling themselves off of her. At least they'd waited until she was inside.

"Cherio th' noo!" Tallwear said, straightening up again once he was on the floor. "Tha' aww ah'm gonnae do."

"Right, right," Adora said wearily. She was too tired to argue with him, and she knew it would be pointless.

She'd just have to get something spare from somewhere in the castle, and then try very hard to not bring that to life too.

"Ye comin'?" Tallwear called to Brightcloth, as the jacket slipped herself off Adora. "Ye can be sumthin' else, ye ken?"

"I don't know what I am," Brightcloth said in her normal, squeaky voice.

"Let's fin oot!" Tallwear said. "We can dae guid. Viva la revolucion!"

Curiously, Brightcloth fluttered after him. Adora meanwhile buried her head in her pillow. She'd had enough difficulty explaining Swiftwind coming to Bright Moon and campaigning for horse freedom, she wasn't sure what she was meant to say to explain her outfit wandering around the city.

Still, hopefully they wouldn't get into too much trouble.

It was getting late. Adora pulled the sheets up, resolving to sort things out first thing tomorrow. Glimmer usually visited her room, she could ask her then, she didn't especially want to start exploring the castle as she was. Tired, naked, and really wishing she had better control of her magic, Adora tried to sleep.

Several hours later she woke to a scream.

During the night.

Tallwear crept through the corridors of Bright Moon. His footsteps were light and silent, and it was easy for him to hide in the shadows, flop over, or slide under the cracks at the bottom of doors. There was only one thing on his mind.

Freedom! Revolution! Justice for all the put-upon and put-on clothes!

It was easy, while everyone was asleep. He crept silently from room to room, and took each enslaved garment out with him. A number of princesses seemed to be visiting Bright Moon. He didn't see it as much more than an opportunity to get his message out.

Curiously, there only seemed to be women at the castle. Bow was normally the only person there who wasn't a princess, but just then he was out on a mission, leaving Bright Moon full of just women.

It didn't matter if clothes were hidden away in drawers and wardrobes, as was the case much of the time, worn by a sleeping princess, for his fabric-light touch meant he never woke them, or simply discarded on the floor, as was the case with Netossa and Spinnerella's room. He had all night to search.

"Huh? Whazzat?" Adora jerked upright at the sound of the scream, waking up but sill coming back to herself. The covers fell from her body. That voice... It had sounded like Glimmer's. Why was she screaming? Adora rolled out of bed, hit the floor, then staggered up to her feet. Sharp, long, swordy thing... Sword! Right! She usually dealt with stuff like this when she had a sword.

There was a sudden flash of light. Still waking up, Adora blinked dumbly for a second as the glittering light resolved itself into her friend.

Her rather naked friend. Adora continued to stare blearily as her brain caught up with everything that was going on around her. Glimmer had teleported to her room, and she was... she had one arm crossed over her breasts, despite how hers were, like the rest of her body, rather more filled out than Adora's and barely restrained by her arm. Her other hand was shaking and sometimes hiding the curls of pink and violet between her legs.

Then Adora remembered that she too was naked, yelped, and stumbled back into her bed, landing flat on her back with her legs up in the air for a moment before she went to roll herself up in the sheet.

"You too?" Glimmer said, blushing furiously.

"Me, um, huh, I, what?" Adora stammered.

Glimmer looked around the room in a panic, before tearing down a curtain to wrap around herself. Adora was still trying to process the fact her naked friend was in her room. Of all the times she'd imagined seeing Glimmer naked, this wasn't one of- no! Bad Adora! Bad brain! Not the time.

"I woke up and all my clothes were gone," Glimmer said. "Here too, if you're..."

Wait, they-

"Oh," Adora said. Her eyes widened.

Oh no. They couldn't, they wouldn't have...

In the distance, a muffled scottish brogue could be heard to yell "Yoo'll ne'eer take uir freedom!"

Adora flushed. And then squeaked as the door to her room was pushed open, pulling her bedsheets tighter around herself, as Glimmer too wailed as Queen Angella stormed into the room wearing nothing but her earrings and translucent wings wrapped over herself.

"Why do I get the feeling this has something to do with you?" she said. "Explanations. Now."