Alice came in some minutes after Chloe had awoken, walking with her legs slightly akimbo, covering her breasts with folded arms. She looked over at Chloe sheepishly and shifted on her feet. When she had stripped away even those bizarre sandals, Chloe would have discovered to her surprise that Alice's feet weren't callussed and cracked like one might imagine a prodigious runner to be, but soft and strong as the rest of her. A relic of whatever divine heritage empowered her, or a legacy of the mysterious footwear?<br/><br/>Whatever it was, being without even her magic sandals made her feel vulnerable, that much was clear, and the cold tile under her feet was a surprise.<br/><br/><strong>"I...uh...I couldn't find my clothes."</strong>