Elizabeth steps back into the hall, handing Fuuka her clothes.

(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Once more, Fuuka couldn't believe what she saw. Nothing could have prepared her for seeing Elizabeth that way. Her embarrassment was plainly evident on her face as the nude girl walked to her, and handed her everything she'd been wearing!

"Uh, w-why are.... y-you giving me... your... ah..." Fuuka was trying not to stumble on her words, and failing miserably, much like in her attempts to not stare at the fair-skinned woman's body. Elizabeth's figure put Fuuka's to shame.

"So you can take care of them, of course. It seems unwise for me to hold onto them, given the rule, no?"

Elizabeth smiled, and Fuuka tried her best to show her agreement.

"Oh! O, of course..." Fuuka felt an emotional wreck. She still had a chance to correct her silly actions.

Standing there, looking to Elizabeth, then down to those given clothes, Fuuka couldn't help herself. She decided to..