Leave her breasts exposed.

Krystal ponders the offer for a moment. I really shouldn't walk around like this, but it feels so... freeing. Besides, these people clearly have little notion of modesty. "I'm fine without, thank you." She finally decides. "I think you'll fit in just fine here" Liz says with a wink. "I really only wear this to keep from bouncing around when I'm working" she adds, cupping her own impressive breasts. "But I'm almost done now, so I might as well get comfortable too." With some difficulty, she slowly peels off the tight strip of fabric, stretching her bosom upwards. With an audible snap they finally spring free, bouncing a few times before standing out proudly. 'Well she clearly doesn't need that thing for support,' Krystal notes as Liz tosses the scrap of fabric aside, arcing her back with a sigh.

Turning back to her work, the lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. Perhaps they simply fed me while I was ****. But if so, why is it all over me? Some kind of healing mixture, perhaps? Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily without a second thought. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again. A tingling rush of warmth accompanies the taste, and suddenly it clicks, bringing her memory flooding back. Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo... She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village."