Yumeiko nodded softly, hearing that Miyuki didn't seem quite prepared to present herself as something other than terrifying.

The explanation about flip-flops hadn't been important, anyway. What was more important was the horrifying collection of oddities that Miyuki had collected in her bottom drawer of feet-things. A deep breath filled her lungs and offered her a bit of mental stability before she heaved a sigh with a "right." Miyuki was not used to taking care of herself, she relied on fear to inspire her so-called trade partners to bring her things. It didn't seem like she ever made specific requests.

It was a wonder that Miyuki had a functioning wardrobe at all.

"I suppose I'll dress you, this time. Sit, please." The kimono was tiny, but... fine enough. There was a rather more egregious fashion statement in front of her, the socks and flip-flops.

With a task before her, Yumeiko was focused and professional as she knelt down before Miyuki, touching the socks on her feet and using the same sacred power she'd changed her own clothes with earlier to change Miyuki's socks for thigh-highs, and then started to cycle through footwear that matched her aesthetic.

"There are a few ways we could present you to them. You could present yourself as my servant, but," Yumeiko shook her head, "that doesn't seem like something you'd tolerate at all. We could call you my champion, but people would likely expect you to fight. You," she hummed, "have more tails, Miyuki. You could easily claim to be another Goddess. That would allow you the most freedom."