Things get worse

Her first sign that something was wrong was she lost her ability to breath. She … didn't need a second one, but if she wanted one, her missing bikini bottoms would have fit the bill. She was completely naked from head to toe, and that was only the least of her worries. The bikini had never covered very much, but at least it hid her essentials. Losing her top had been horrible, but in an exhilarating sort of way, and after spending her whole life in corsets, letting her breasts hang free had been oddly comfortable.

But now she was drowning, naked and drowning, and that was bad.

Her long blond hair formed a billowing cloud, whipping to and fro as she searched for her bottoms, but the seemed to have vanished into the same pocket plane as her top had, and were nowhere in sight. She swallowed her pride, abandoned her dignity, and called out, "Link! Help me!" But without the magic of the Zora Bikini, her cry came out as incomprehensible bubbles, and Link continued staring obediently in the opposite direction. If she wanted his help, she would need to be close enough to touch him with her body completely bare. The only thing she could do to maintain what was left of her modesty (and not die) would be to swim to the surface, but the surface was much further away, and she wasn't sure she could make it.