So that wasn't it. Somehow, those behind this place could apparently still access Yuffie's world in some way, allowing them to bring in clothing. Or at least duplicate it to the extent that she couldn't tell any difference - and if there had been one, Ayumu was fairly certain she would have noticed after that rapid inspection. So there had to be a way back somehow. She refused to believe otherwise.

"This?" Ayumu plucked at her top with a look of distaste. "It...clings far too much. And it's nothing like what I wore at home." It didn't hide nearly enough, for one thing. For all her protests, it wasn't the "modesty" of the outfit that bothered her so much as what else it could reveal.

She shook her head in response to the last question, though, waving her hand a little in a dismissive gesture. "No, no, I'm not worried about it. We do have to share a room, after all, and I'd not want to deny your good fortune in having familiar clothing to wear."