Get changed.

The gentleman takes you away to a room down the hall. It doesn't take him long to gather articles of clothing, mostly because the people here wear next to nothing. The women wear shells over their chests, while the men are bare naked, unless they have some sort of jewellery, if that counts at all. Though unfortunately for you, humans can't cause their genitals to magically vanish, so you're going to have to wear what proper visitors are expected to wear--something far less uncomfortable while swimming, that doesn't cling to every inch of your body and weigh you down.

"Please undress, sir. The Royal Palace will keep all your belongings safe, though you may keep your sword if you wish," he says."

So you do. It takes a moment, but you remove the armour as well as your clothing, especially with excitement to finally free yourself from the discomfort. You look over to a gold-trimmed mirror at your naked body. After all this time, and all the action, you've developed an athletic, toned figure. "So how long have you served the royal family?" you ask.

He places a single piece of fabric over the back of a chair. "Thirty-two years, sir."

"I see." You take the material in your hand. At first it looked like blue seaweed, though in your hand it feels as soft as cloth, or perhaps as flower petals. You do your best to get it on without asking for aid, which is fortunately not too difficult. It amounts to nothing more than a loin cloth over underwear, all as one garment--something small, like briefs, with flat material drifting down over the front and another over the back to conceal your bulge as well as your behind. Of course it isn't much, but it's not really much less than trunks. It's more than a speedo anyway. There's even a loop on the side for your scabbard. All in all, it looks quite good, at least according to your reflection.

Of course, you still wear the necklace as well.

Free from your restraining clothes, you feel free to maneuver around the room--spinning, twirling, darting ahead.

"Much better, sir. Now please follow me. We mustn't keep them waiting."

"Lead the way, Jeeves."

"That isn't my name, sir."

"... Sorry. Just a joke."

And with that, only a few minutes have passed. You make your way back into the dining hall where the king and queen wait. Snow and Candy have yet to come back, however. So in the meantime you take your seat. You then look to the meals, which is strange in itself. You can smell it, though not nearly as well as if it were on land, and not in the same way either.

"You look great!" Queen Iri says with her eyes upon you. "Welcome back. You gotta eat though! Our staff make the yummiest lunches."

To be polite, also out of curiosity, you pick up an oblong pink fruit, which is squishier than it looked at first. You take a bite, and juices run out. It's incredibly sweet. "Mmm. You're not wrong. Thank you again for meeting with us."

The door swings open.

Leading the way is a serving girl, but behind them are two deep sea beauties. Snow appears first with dark navy pair of shells strung together by tiny string over her bosom. Beneath that, she has a garment that looks exactly like yours, coloured black. It's a stark contrast to her pale skin and snow-white hair. While her chest may not be massive, it's certainly not tiny either, and you can't help but look over a body so exotically garbed. Her cute stomach is bare, and the front and back flaps of her bottoms drift up and down with the movement of the water, giving a great view of her legs, though funnily enough not really much more than in her normal attire.

Behind her comes Candy. Her shells are white, and her bottoms are bright pink. Otherwise, she continues to wear the clown ruff around her neck, which creates a cut between her regular skin, and her still-painted face. It seems nothing can cause her makeup to run, or for her to remove her big red nose, and at least one of her garments. Her hat is gone, however, exposing her golden pigtails. It's actually quite the shock to see so much of her body which was always covered before. Her chest isn't any larger than Snow's, so she doesn't have Eva's body, though her hips are wider. Overall, she's still a curvy little clown.

"Oh wow. This is super cute, isn't it?" Candy shouts as she looks down over her body. "But I look cute in everything."

Snow stands rather bashfully in contrast. "I don't know. I'm not quite used to this yet. I know it's mostly just a swimsuit, but there's something very strange about the feeling of a seashell top. I'm sure I'll adapt though given time." Her eyes linger on you, however. "But ah... you look very handsome."

"I know what you mean, but the shells are like, weirdly soft?" Candy tugs on her strings. "Still, you get used to clothes feeling like they're actually against your skin. With shells, it almost feels like your boobs aren't quite covered, you know? Since they cup. Though I'm a little more used to it."

"Used to it?" Snow asks.

"You don't ever wear a big poofy dress just so you can once in awhile go commando underneath and feel free?"

"We're in front of the king and queen, you know!"

King Agam looks with concern. "Ahem. Please, take your seats--"

"Hehe. They're so funny!" the queen says.

"Ah yes. They are, aren't they?" He chuckles. "Help yourselves to some food, everybody. I insist."

Snow plops down beside you while Candy swims over your head and opts to sit across--facing you, albeit barely given her height as well as the large bowls and plates partially blocking her view.

Kailani isn't at the table. Instead, she remains politely yet rather awkwardly near the door with her trident in-hand.

"You as well, Kailani," says the king. "You aided our hero, did you not?"

"Ah. Y-Yes of course, my king!" With a nod, she swims swiftly to the table and takes her seat right beside you, on the other side, where she allows her trident to float a distance away.