Someone's going to need that Santa dress

Palutena knew that if the trend kept going, she was going to run out of things she could give away and still preserve her modesty pretty quickly. As such, she began to make her way out of the crowd and towards what looked to be an exit sign, leading out of the mall. "It's been lovely chatting with you all, but, er... As a goddess, I have many people's wishes to attend to! You know... the regular kind, where you pray and I perform some affirmation in your daily lives, ha ha, not where you ask me for clothes I'm wearing and I take them off for you. So... I'm just going to vamoose, as they say! Enjoy your shopping! Bye-eeee!"

Fearing what was coming next, Palutena made a break for the exit hallway, feeling an uncomfortably cool breeze against her thighs as her dress threatened to show more than she'd like. The fluffy lower hem was flapping about as she ran, inviting spectators to peep at the festive undergarments she was wearing beneath it. Perhaps unsurprisingly, when she rounded the corner, intending to dash down the hall and to freedom or at least solitude, she found the way blocked by a massive number of overturned toy displays.

"Sometimes, an application of brute **** is necessary! That's a lesson I taught to Pit and a lesson I could use myself. I'm sure the people of this shopping mall won't mind if I use just a little divine laser beam to clear all this debris-" she whispered to herself, only to be cut off by the moaning of a nearby shop-owner.

"Oh, my displays are ruined! It's going to take some time to clean all of this up. It's all such valuable merchandise. I'd hate it if someone stepped on the toys, or otherwise destroyed them!"

Palutena clicked her teeth. "Now I know how Pit feels when he can't progress directly through a dungeon without solving some kind of puzzle first. And when he's surrounded by way too many enemies," she muttered to herself. "I-I mean, subjects! Innocent, beloved mortals that I'd never recklessly blast with my laser beams."

The goddess immediately began to reconsider her words as another store staff member spoke up behind her. "Somebody, help! The windsock we hang outside on the flagpole for Christmas blew away! We need something to replace it, pronto!" Palutena started to open her mouth to give him a suggestion, but he barreled on through his request. "Say, pretty lady! Do you have anything we can replace it with?"

"... I don't suppose boots would work?"

"No, ma'am, I don't see how boots would work for that purpose."

Palutena gave another deep sigh, then hooked her hands underneath her dress's hem, while seriously considering how much she really needed that vessel of power that the sponsor had promised her. When she weighed her options, she knew the answer: however uncomfortable this twisted strip-tease game might be, a little humiliation on her part couldn't possibly be weighed against a tool that could help save all of humanity. To say otherwise would be a gross misstep on her part as a goddess.

Those thoughts helped her keep a smile on as she finally parted with her dress, lifting it easily away from her legs, up past her bosom, and over her head. She felt its comforting warmth one more time as it passed by her cheeks, then pulled it up and off, before handing it over to the gentleman to be used as a wind-sock, of all things.

"Thanks so much! I can't believe you'd do that, even though it means running around in your underwear, but I sure do appreciate it!"

"Yeah, that's... that's pretty nonsensical, huh? A truly senseless level of graciousness!" Palutena laughed along with him, crossing her hands behind her back as though trying to appear normal while standing in the mall in Christmas-themed underwear. The undergarments were glossy with red panels and green straps, decorated with little cloves of mistletoe upon the band-bra's back-strap and the front of the lower portion, just above her groin. The placement was a bit risque, given the traditional associations of mistletoe and Christmas traditions. The coverage was also a little risque, showing off all of her curves with bikini coverage. A lot of cleavage, a little underboob. A lot of the belly, and a bit of the buttcrack.

Her body was just the kind you might see modeling lingerie in a magazine around Christmas and the people of the mall took notice. The crowd that had managed to catch up to her now watched, some with the same pleading looks, others with slightly unmasked lecherous ones.

"That Santa was really a hottie, huh?"

"They don't build em like that most of the time!"

"Just call it a Christmas miracle, why don't you?" Palutena grumbled to herself, looking for another way to exit. She wasn't naive enough to think this was over just because she was in her underwear. With a flourish of her arms, she suddenly called her wings out to either side. "There's no rule against adding more clothes, right? If I can make it to a clothing store, I can get dressed again!" she reminded herself, keeping some semblance of hope that she'd make it to the end of the challenge without ending up totally nude.

... What happened if she did run out of things to give, anyway? She wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.

Outfit durability: 19/30 (Boots, lingerie top and bottom showing)