Cifero visibly winced. "Er... Not that one," he said. "Actually, avoid anything that is fur-patterned unless there's a picture of the animal on it.... hmmm..." Looking around, the crat found a plain black t-shirt. "This is a safe option, for starters," he said. "It's simple and all... if you like it. Or would you prefer something that leaves your midriff bare?"
Clare blinked for a moment. "Wait... we are inside, aren't we?" she said, blushing. "Well, um... Do you see any clothes of mine?"
(We'll get to her a bit later, Alka. I promise.)
(I thought there could be a funny moment where Clare, in drunken confusion, thinks they're outside for a minute.)