A towel

Nothing ventured...

She grabbed the skirt, sliding it up her legs, and held her breath. Looking in the mirror she felt her cheeks colour again at how she looked. Topless for the moment, yes, but then there was the skirt. It stopped a long way above her knees, and then there was the slit up the side, a toned thigh in view high enough to make it clear that there definitely wasn't anything on under it.

Just so long as she didn't move too much, or take too large a step, maybe it would be-

It dissolved in less then a second, and Jenny couldn't help the whimper that escaped her lips, suddenly finding herself staring at her pussy rather than any article of clothing.

So skirts were a no. Panicking a little more, she reached for the bra, looping it over her arms. How she was going to get around bottomless was beyond her, but she had to be able to wear something, right? Something had to be between her and perpetual nudity...

She yelped as the bra too faded, once more leaving her with nothing. She crossed her arms, wanting to at least feel like she had some modesty, even if... Even if she did seem stuck like this.

Stumbling, Jenny fell backwards onto the bed. It wasn't much of a bed, just more basic practicalities, but she'd take it. Though feeling the material against her bare body didn't do much but remind her what she'd gambled away.

Though at least she'd gotten away; somehow she had the feeling there were people who lost more than their clothes to the Toymaker. This was a victory, right?

She shifted, turning over and pulling the sheets over her to just try and distract herself. It was a moment before she realised the sheets weren't dissolving; eyes widening, Jenny turned over quickly. Ok, yes, she was covered in the sheet, genuinely covered, but it didn't seem to be vanishing.

Ok then... She shuffled off the bed, disappointed that there were no more sheets on the bare mattress but that was probably to be expected from this spartan design. She stood up straighter and wrapped the duvet around her body, just about managing to close it.

Impractical, but she could work on it. She was covered!

Of course. It wasn't like sheets were clothes, there was no way she could have gambled away this. Now if she could just find some way to not need to hold it shut all the time...

A quick nude dash through the ship was easier now that she knew it was temporary. She returned to that room with a small can of sealant, meant for repairs, but it woudl definitely suffice as an improvised glue. Once more she stood, rolling herself up in the sheet again, covered from neck to feet. She did have to tug a bit to keep it shut at her side, but once the glue did its work...

She applied the sealant, held the sheet closed with her hands on the inside, waited, and-

And cried out in frustration as the sheet suddenly dissolved.

"No, no, no-" she began.

Shit. Ok. So whatever it was that exempted the sheet, the moment it was sealed together meant it counted enough as clothes to be discarded. She knew that now, she could adjust. It would be trickier, but she could work something out.

But, she had a sudden sinking feeling, this seemed to be the only actually usable bedroom on the ships. No other bedsheets, and any other rooms that might once have had them had been repurposed. It would just figure if the one time she found out what she could wear, there wasn't any of it left on the ship.

Jenny hurried out, intent on scouring every corner, cheeks pink as she explored every corridor, every nook and cranny, constantly glancing back in case she had magically ended up with company on this ship looking at her as she pushed her ass out while looking under something.

And after all that, all she found was a bathroom. Basic utilities but, most importantly, a towel. One single, solitary towel as more or less the only thing larger than a wipe on the entire ship.

Hesitantly Jenny returned to the bedroom, looking in the mirror again. She wrapped the towel around herself, keeping it closed with one hand. It went from her knees to partway up her breasts, covering her nipples but still displaying rather more cleavage than she wanted. Awkwardly she shimmied it up, then blushed at how much of her legs were in view.

She kept one hand holding the sides together at the top, but she couldn't help but glance down. At the end of the day it was still just one hand; it wouldn't take much for the bottom to flare out.

"Just so long as I don't let go," Jenny murmured. There was no point in risking trying to fix the sides together.

She stared at her towel-clad self, letting it sink in that this was all she was ever going to be able to wear.

"Better not lose this," she muttered.