To the rooftops for a quick breather

Figuring the rooftops are the safest spot for you, you look for a convenient spot to get up to them. An awning on a storefront provides a convenient opportunity, and you take it, jumping from the street to land lightly on one of it's supports, continuing onto the rooftop without slowing. The clay tiles of the rooftop bite into your feet, and you wince slightly. "Probably oughta find some shoes," you think to yourself, as you sit, naked and free, atop the roof.

You take a moment to slip your gloves on, a faint tingling crossing your skin as the magic envelops you again. At least you aren't completely defenseless anymore. A nearby clothesline yields a tunic. Pulling it on, you find it falls to just below your pert ass, with a rather deep 'V' in front where it's lacing should have been. It leaves the entirety of the insides of your breasts bare, with it's edges just barely covering your nipples. It's a bit big on you, and it threatens to slip off one shoulder or the other, but it's better than running around naked.

With a start, you realize you don't have the message on you anymore. You'll either have to go back to Clyde, and have him re-pen it, or see if you can find it again.