"Clothes?" Luma repeated, though she quickly recalled those things that the appeasing humans of the Clan below the mountain had on them when they prayed to her. "Yes, I can get some of those, even though I don't really see the point of covering my body…"
"Neither do I, to be honest," Cassius agreed with a soft shake of the head. "If it were up to me, I'd make it a crime to cover a body as perfect as yours. But unfortunately, I'm not the one who creates the rules of civilized societal standards. Such a shame. Such a damn shame…"
Luma felt like she was being played with here, but she had no way to tell for sure. Thus, she conjured up a flowy purple and green dress using mysterious methods before wearing it and showing it off to her first Disciple.
"Well, is this good?" she asked, looking like a goddess descended from the supreme nine heavens.
