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Cremia turned their small cottage upside down, looking for something, anything, that she could use to cover her voluptuous figure. At first she searched with one arm between her womanhood and the other trying to hold back her overflowing milk jugs to keep from giving Romani too good of a view of her exposed charms. Sure, they were both girls and they lived together, but Cremia had always been shy, and they hadn't bathed together since Romani had become old enough to do it herself.

Then panic struck in, overcoming her modesty, and Cremia found herself flipping over tables and knocking over chairs as searched for something to wear. No, no, no! she thought. This can't be happening! There has to be something, a towel, an apron, a curtain, something!

But there wasn't. There wasn't even a barrel that she could carry around with her.

"I told you," Romani said sadly. Part of her thought it was funny, watching her big sister running around the house naked, her exposed breasts and butt jigging with each step, but she knew how serious the situation was and mostly she just felt sorry for Cremia. "Everything in the house that you could wear has already been taken by Them."

Cremia's whole body quivered as she felt tempted to give into despair. Gone, all gone. What was she going to do? Make the trip to Clock Town in the nude where everyone could see her, right before the festival when it was crowded with tourists? Or hide on the farm until it went bankrupt and she was **** to sell it and be kicked off anyway?

"Wait," she said suddenly. "You said They took all the clothes in the house! Did you check the barn?"

Romani hesitated. "No, but–"

"Then there might be something there!" There had to be a horse blanket or something. She ran for the front door.

"Before you go," Romani called behind her, "you should know that–"

Cremia ignored her in her haste to find clothes, but when she threw open the door and stepped into the sunlight of her open ranch, she ran right into …