Get Trin suited up.

A short while passes, and then you, Jelly, and Trin find yourselves with Luna in her shop.

Luna the moth is a talented, lovely woman, and more patient than most--a necessity given how she's been treated in the past, before your coming. However, as the four of you stand within her dimly lit shop, her wide violet eyes accentuated by dark coloured lashes stare down at Jelly with disappointment. She lays her hands upon the sides of her fashionable blue dress, which hugs her curves tightly, and is cut high up the left side. Her lips are painted to match, though they don't curl up into a smile. She doesn't seem pleased with the slime girl, who currently hangs her head dejectedly in front of her.

Both the girls are covered in nothing more than matching white blankets.

"I-I'm sorry, Luna!" Jelly pleads.

Granted, it's difficult for anyone to stay angry when faced with Jelly's puppy-dog eyes. Luna's eyes loom for a lengthy moment as she wonders what it is she should do with the girl. She eventually shakes her head and finally smiles again. "Oh Jelly. You know that outfit took me a lot of time and effort to both design and create. It isn't so easy for me to whip another up every time you lose it. Please, sweetie. Be more careful next time. Otherwise I'll have to dress you in something far less... cool."

"Not less cool, please! I'll be good!"

"I will say, she is the reason we were able to defeat the Demon Core," you comment. After the three girls turn their attention, you continue to explain. "Jelly noticed we had made cracks in the creature's weird flesh-golem body, so she used her slime physiology to goop her way inside and attack the Dungeon Lord herself. Trin here used her dragon strength to help hold it off too, hence where her clothes went. So really, neither of them had much of a choice."

Trin sniffles. "But I even made sure to carefully remove it all so that I could put it back on after. Life is so unfair!"

As Luna turns, her four spirally wings flutter a cloud of faint glittering dust. Above her, near the ceiling, a few tiny moths fly by and begin hovering around a lamp in the corner of the room. She retrieves something from inside a fine leather bag. "I did assume you would lose it at least once, however. I was hoping it would be something like just a shoe, or the sweater, but I suppose it's all the same. Here, Jelly. I have in my hands a perfect replica of what you lost. This is the last time though, all right?"

"Yippee!" Jelly throws her blanket off in celebration, standing bare ass naked with her arms in the air. She then runs up to the moth and happily accepts her gift. Immediately, she begins slipping it on. First her socks, then her shoes. After realizing she already started out of order, she simply takes both the panties and shorts and pulls them into her body. Next goes her tube top, and finally the hoodie. She stomps her feet down against the ground a few times, and then goes back and forth between enlarging and shrinking her bust, perhaps all to stretch out and fit into her new garments.

"All right now." Luna pats the slime girl on the head. "You go off and find Ms. Tlarthanil. She'll want to know all that happened, and I'm sure she'll be especially interested in this Dungeon Lord. But I don't want you to lie, okay? Let her know all that happened, even you losing your clothes again."

"Okay," she mumbles. "Thanks again, Ms. Luna."

"It's no problem, Jelly. Great job saving Kyle today. I'm sure he's very grateful."

You step forward and pat her on the head next. "I am. Thanks again, Jelly."

Jelly's smile beams. "No problem!" Then as she giggles excitedly, she runs to the door, swings it open, and hurries away.

You then hear a thud, followed by someone cursing. When you look through the doorway, you see Jelly on the ground next to a fallen Malakae. It seems she was immediately on the other side of the door, and the two collided in a teamwork of carelessness. Straight away, Jelly bounces back to her feet and offers the other girl a hand.

"Damn it! Watch where you're going, you fool," barks Malakae. Ignoring the hand, she pulls herself up and begins to path the dirt off her sultry crimson qipao.

Jelly bows her head. "Sorry!" Then she continues on her merry way, seeking out Mela.

You peer over at the golden dragon. "Why were you lurking right outside the door?" you ask.