So, incredibly cute. And yet, for all her talk of discomfort and embarrassment, she didn't seem like she was going to be stopping the play any time soon. So Mirja decided on her outfit, and then moved over to the still naked Miaka. She could play with her a few more minutes before getting her dressed. So, she slid her finger across the girl's naked body and swished her tail softly.
"Ohh, you are embarrassed, ohh, you are fearful. Ohh, you hate this and you don't like being naked. And yet..." Mirja brushed her lips across the top of Miaka's ear, and whispered into it. "I don't here one word of true complaint from you" she teased, before sliding her hands down, admiring Miaka's body with her hands. "It's like you secretly enjoy it but you have to give some form of complaint because if you don't you'll ruin yourself, and you'll no longer be able to return to the realm of normality" she then stepped away, and gave her a teasing wink. "But I have something to tell you. You could no longer return the moment you set foot in here"
She then left Miaka to ponder that latest session, while she went to go get the clothes. Most of the silk-based clothes where specially armored, made out of ultra-dense hair woven into the fabric. It wouldn't save her if someone really wanted to bring the beat-down, but it would reduce the impact and allow her to survive, at least. Still, she wanted to give the girl a good few more seconds, before finally appearing out of her room with a cute red Qipao for Miaka to put on. And black lace underwear to boot.
"There you go, one outfit, as promised. Now, I got busy stuff to do, Humanity aint going to annihilate itself, all I'm saying. Hit me up in the future, darlin'" And then she left through the door, and abjectly vanished.