From her left hand, Pin pulled a pile of clothes that she had scavenged, and most of them were marred with blood, as she had picked them off the devils' corpses. In this layer, the devils didn't own much, and so even in their villages, there wasn't that much food, unused clothes, or weapons.
But after looking through the pile, she found a pair of simple black thongs, a ragged skirt, a second cloak that fit her bigger body better, but sadly, there was nothing big enough to fit her new upper assets.
She put the thongs on and slid the torn skirt over them, looking down at herself and finding that the skirt could barely cover a quarter of her thighs, and with how wide her hips were, she almost tore it. The cloak fit nicely over her shoulders, so she poked a tiny hole in it and slid a piece of cloth to lock it around her chest and cover it. She didn't care that much about covering herself more than making sure they didn't flap around and throw her out of balance.
