Midna's fate is sealed

Midna fumed silently as the guards led her out of the castle's dungeons. This was already humiliating, Midna thought, if anyone wanted to, they could see most of my ass hanging out of this ugly thing. And that was without mentioning that, while it was a vest, it was too small for her to properly button, and she had **** but to leave it open. Even while Midna did her best to cover herself with the garment, an outside observer could still see the curves of her breasts and the the fiery tufts of hair adorning her exposed sex. Midna hated how small the garment was, and why did it have to be pink?!

Before too long, Midna was led barefoot and barely clothed into the throne room of the castle. The dark, stone floor was cold against Midna's bare skin, and she shivered in the small scrap of clothing she had been given. Zant sat on the throne, her throne, which she had been ruling from not but less than a week ago. He had an amused look in his eye, and a sinister smile drawn across his face.

"Well now, it seems you've decided to stick to your word Midna." He mocked.

Midna said nothing. If looks could kill, Zant would be dead where he sat.

He scoffed, "The silent treatment eh. Oh well, I suppose it can't be helped." He stood up from the throne and point towards the gate. "It's time for Midna to go meet with the people she seems to be so fond of. Take her away."

One of the guards gave Midna a shove, and she stumbled before regaining her footing. She glared at the guard before shuffling forward, she muttered curses under her breath. She would kill Zant for this, and the other traitors who helped him would be next. Despite her outward anger, however, on the inside she was feeling mortified. As ineffective as the vest was at covering her body, it was still better than full nudity. But she remembered what Zant said, and she had a feeling he remembered too.

When she faces her people, she won't have a stitch on her.