Fionna blushed. She hadn't looked before, because she didn't do junk like that, but now that she realized that, she was curious. For a second anyway.

Having recovered from that though, she now understood exactly what Amamiya had gone through, and how embarrassed she must have been feeling the whole time. No wonder she had run off!

Well Fionna wasn't the type to let that go unwarranted. She released Amamiya, ran over to one of the tables and, in a feat of pretty bad assery, pulled the tablecloth off and walked over to Amamiya, bent to her waist, folded and then tied the cloth around her like a makeshift sarong.

"There," she said, "and if I hear anyone call you slutty, they answer to me. You're good enough to be a princess."