Speak with the moth.

Jelly hangs her head like a scolded child. She stands across from Luna within the dim light of her shop, wrapped in a white bath robe that's only loosely tied around her waist. Next to her is Malakae Vraelion, the beautiful yet bratty dragon you were able to finally rescue from her estate in Tolis. She's dressed the same, though her posture is far different. Her arms are crossed--each hand grasping the soft material of the robe to make certain it stays on--and is quite clearly still worked up about the situation she's in. Not only does she suffer the thrill of embarrassment in the same way as Eva, though would deny it even more, but of course Jelly had to stimulate her even more--wriggling slime striking at every point, desperately hoping for her body to get even wetter.

She peers over at Jelly with frustration, placing two sets of disapproving eyes upon her, as Luna is there as well.

"If I give you another set of clothing, Jelly, you must promise not to discard it so frivolously," says the moth. She stands with a hand on her hip, wrapped in a deep violet dress with a cut up the left side to her thigh. Luna always appears so striking. One could easily mistake her for a noble, though sadly, insectrin often get the short end of the stick. Still, her knowledge of fashion is second to none. Her lips are painted perfectly with a purple that glistens off the light partly shining through the gap of the window curtain nearby. Her hair, which is also present around her wrists and ankles, is more like a sheep's cottony coat, yet softer than one's fantasy. Her posture is imposing, like a disapproving mother. Her places her other hand up to tap her painted nails against her cheek. "I know you were originally **** to dress yourself in the first place, but if you want to find yourself among regular company, you must conform at least somewhat to society. You may be yourself still, my dear, but you can't walk around in the nude. Now, may I get you something else to wear?"

The pale purple slime taps her fingertips together and mumbles, "Yes, ma'am."

"Wonderful. I'll find something for the both of you to wear. As for you, Lady Vraelion, I'll get to work on something tailor fit as well. If you're going to be staying here with the rest of us, then you are one of us." With a warm chuckle, she turns. Her wings flicker, causing faint glitter to coat the floor around her feet. As she departs through the back door, a few moths flutter through the gap and land near the window.

This leaves you alone with the two wardrobe malfunctions--one on purpose, the other technically on purpose but not so much by choice.

Jelly walks over a moment after, unable to stay still for too long. She looks through a number of tailoring supplies spread along the table top and picks up a long roll for red thread before peering at it closely. She stands with her bath robe nearly slipping off her shoulders.

Meanwhile, Malakae peers over to you next. "You keep strange company," she says.

"That's why you're here."

"Hey! I'm quite normal, I'll have you know. I'm not a talking slime, or a moth in a dress."

"No. But you're a golden lizard exhibitionist. But it doesn't matter. Everyone--"

"Golden is the only accurate word in that statement!" she blurts out, thrusting her finger straight in your direction.

You continue. "Everyone here is amazing regardless. Succubus. Vampire. Goblin. Dragon. It doesn't really matter. You lived in the capital city of Tivera. Surely you've been around all sorts. So don't worry. You're safe here."

She pouts and crosses her arms. "Hmph. Whatever," she mutters, not even realizing her own robe has slipped off one shoulder, and the knot as mostly come upon on the front. You look down to see her legs and her stomach, and by some miracle, the curtain of her opened clothes is closed just enough to cover anything more critical than that.

You walk up to her, grab the strings, and tug them closed before tying them securely. "But I'm sorry to say you can't walk around naked. That goes for both of you."

"Don't rope me in with her!" Malakae shouts.

The sound of knocking drums from the front door. "I've returned, Master," comes Yin's voice from the other side.

"Come on in," you reply. "It's a shop, after all. Don't worry."

She enters the room with a smile on her face. In both hands, she carries a hefty stein filled to the brim with water. Yin carries it across the room and towards the curious slime who is still exploring the various trinkets she can find, but she holds it out towards her. "Here you go, Jelly. Drink up! It isn't just regular water. It's mixed with a few different ingredients that's meant to help with your growth, and to keep you satisfied for longer. Think of it like cold tea."

Jelly turns. The spool of red thread for whatever reason is nestled between the cleavage of her bust--something barely covered by a bath robe slipping off. Her smile widens. At first, she almost snatches it right out of the devil's hands. Instead she pauses and says, "Thank you," before grasping it tight. She then tips it back and begins pouring it right into her mouth.

As she gulps it down, her breasts begin to expand. They grow, and grow, until they start to surpass the mass of even Mistress Dajy's, but then the spool of thread suddenly fires upwards from the pressure. Like a rocket, it shoots out and plinks off the metal stein in her hands, causing it to fly from her hands. She stumbles back and lands on the ground, and all of the water within spills over her. She sits back on her rump as the empty stein rolls to a stop beside her--dripping wet body, bath robe drenched. "Oops!" she says before giggling frantically.

"A-Are you okay?" Yin asks in panic.

You put your hand to your temple. "She definitely did at least some of that on purpose. I know your boobs don't get bigger when you drink, Jelly. I've seen you drink before."

"... Noo. They totally do," mumbles Jelly. She looks around herself at the puddle, and appears to be taking a deep breath. Then suddenly, the liquid starts pulling in. Using her gelatinous body, she absorbs every last drop of the spilled beverage like a sponge, so thankfully none is wasted regardless. "Mmm. Thank you, ma'am."

"I'm just glad you're okay," Yin replies.

The back door then opens. "What in Abso is happening in here?" Luna asks. She looks down to see Jelly on the floor, and she crosses her arms. "Shrink that chest down, missy, or your new outfit will never fit."

"Okaay." Jelly frowns as her breasts morph back to their regular, modest size.

Malakae tugs hard on the fabric of her robe. "Can you stop messing around? It's just making this take even longer. Let the moth work, or I'll never get clothes!"