no panties, no power

As you roll past, your hand makes contact with Arouria's new bared hips, but your fingers don't find even the faintest gossamer thread to grip on to. Of course, your momentum prevents you from stopping to ponder this dilemma, and, unbalanced by the shock, you land, empty-handed, in an unceremonious heap.

When you get your bearing about you the first thing you notice is a cluster of blushing, panty-clad flower sprites with arms crossed over their new bared breasts. With their dresses off you now can see just how closely their choice in underwear corresponds with the flower they represent. Violet's deep purple briefs have a ring of delicate black lace around the rim and a little yellow bow in the center. While Carnation's bright pink boy shorts are buried under an ocean of ruffles and frills. The girls chatter whisper nervously amongst themselves and occasionally glance over at you, which only turns their blushes deeper.

But as you look up further you see Arouria standing over you, stark naked, feet firmly planted on the ground, hands on her hips, and not a single sign that she's fazed by her state of undress. At first all you can do is drink in the sight of her delicately pointed nipples and the thick patch of red hair that covers her crotch, but then it hits you - you came up empty-handed because she wasn't wearing panties at all. And now she's staring at you, totally unembarrassed by her nudity and you've got a real problem. Because without a celestial totem to power you up you just don't have the juice to rewrite Arouria's nature, which means you're at the mercy of one very nude, very ticked off goddess.