Someone needs... her gift tag?

If it was between flying into the air and having the PA order her to plop stuff into the donation box, only to have to fly back down, or servicing people on the ground floor, she'd take the latter so that at least she could sit in one place. This would be increasingly important as less and less covered her body, she figured. At least this way, she could keep her back against something.

"What's going on here anyway...? Are these real people? They can't be, with the way they're talking... Is this a real mall? Is this dimension even real?" she questioned, lowering her eyebrows critically as she tried in vain to phase out the messages coming from all around her. "Are you real, Medusa?"

"Of course I'm real. As real as you," her evil sister scoffed. "As for the rest of it, does it matter? Whether these people are real or not, I assure you, the ones receiving the visions of all of this-- from some very flattering camera angles-- are quite real."

"Is that supposed to scare me? Because it doesn't!"

Palutena was lying a little, wondering what her entire realm was going to think of their sudden mutual hallucination where they'd all seen their goddess whip her tits out in a public setting. At least, for now, she still had the present wrapping keeping the best bits under wraps. Her good mood soured, however, as a man approached, carrying a yellow gift box in both hands.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but-"

The goddess spun in place and waved her hands over her head in mock surprise. “No, wait! Let me guess. The whole store is out of ribbons and tags. There's none left anywhere in the city! Actually, it's a world-wide shortage!” Palutena interrupted him, feigning concern and over-acting the part. “And Tiny Tim is going to go hungry this Christmas if I don't give you a bow for your gift! Does that about cover it?”

The man's eyes moved from her barely wrapped bosom to her face, before losing the battle and focusing on her tits again. “Uh, no! Nothing so fancy. I just need the little tag attached there. As you can see, the present already has a bow!”

Palutena blinked a few times, then smiled awkwardly. “O-Oh! That's it?” she chuckled. “Well, I don't need that anyway. This is just somebody's silly fetish, I guess. You can have it.”

“Thanks!”

Before she could pluck it off herself, the guy grabbed it, pulling it away from her. She'd assumed it would simply pluck off, seeing as the loop was only connected by a thin string, but instead, it resisted. Palutena was dragged forward a bit, with her breasts momentarily exposed and the ribbon pulled outward from her body, off of the tips of her perky pink nipples. The smile on her face reversed into a frown as she clenched her teeth, instinctively trying to pull backwards. “Y-You jerk!”

“Pardon, pardon!” the offender apologized, but he didn't release. The rest of the shop-goers watched, bug-eyed, while she failed to cover herself. This had gone from an overly saucy Christmas spectacle to the kind of premium content you can't find on TV without a subscription.

Palutena pouted, raising one hand to slap his away, before hesitating at the last moment. She remembered Medusa up above the shopping mall. If Palutena stopped obeying the requests of the shoppers, even for a moment, there was a chance she'd lose out on the prize that was her whole reason for enduring all of this. She used the hand to cover her breasts instead. “Take your time… heh heh… heh...” the goddess encouraged him through clenched teeth, waiting for the man to complete his business. She was glad she no longer had to convincingly pretend to be happy to give gifts-- that point was long since passed.

Covered only by her hands, her breasts hung in the open air, bouncing each time the shopper yanked at the tag to try to get it off-- and it took him longer than she would have hoped, giving everyone a nice, protracted look at her boobs as they were jostled to-and-fro. Finally, he achieved his goal and left, thanking her profusely. Palutena sighed, then placed the ribbons back over the critical parts. “This is the start of my Grinch arc. I'm going to hate this stupid holiday forever.” She braced herself for another customer, then paused, looking upward. “Hey, Medusa. Why did that guy just want a tag? Everyone else so far has been really over-reaching with their requests.”

Medusa grumbled, then clicked her sharp teeth. “It's part of the strip-a-thon, apparently. Sometimes, the contestant gets lucky and is barely **** to disrobe. Can't help but feel that I'm the one being cheated here. I was promised more!”

“Well boo-hoo! Cry me a river and call me back when you're the one in this situation,” Palutena responded, rolling her eyes. Still, her mood was pretty well improved, knowing there was a chance she could luck out. How much more of the game was still left? Maybe she'd make it to the end of the contest without having to bare it all?

Rolled 1!

Outfit durability: 11/30 (Gift wrap on boobs, lingerie on bottom)