The item firmed some suspis of Natalie aeam. The dungeon would be providihat worked with [Stylish].

  Jordan was more than happy to try it on, sihe top provided a prowess boost, and it had been a while since she’d gotten a piece of gear. She slipped off her current upper piece of gear, then her sports bra, and finally dohe item.

  It wasn’t the most revealing top Natalie had ever seen, but it was far from modest—especially by the standards of armor. Two pieces of thin bck cloth criss-crossed across her chest, not even fully c her breasts—though, like Ana's robes, teically preserved her modesty. Jordan finished situating the garment, then turned around, letting Natalie—and the team—admire it.

  “Doesn’t really fit the rest of the ensemble,” Jordan said amusedly, looking down at herself, “but I think I’m fih that. Though, I’ll miss my bra.” She frowned down at herself, then cupped her breasts. “Makes fighting trickier. The things I do to be [Stylish].”

  The piece of armor was, at least, much better than her previous. Not only was it a level two unon, thus providing natural stats, it also beed from Stylish]—something that would shortly bee even more important, si was Natalie's upgrade goal.

  So, now they had two party members dressed in revealing attire. Ana’s dress still beat Jordan by the sheer amount of skin being showed off, though that might not st for long, assuming the dungeo dropping inappropriate articles of clothing. Sofia and Liz seemed to be the holdouts, and Sofia more than Liz. Whether they would accept dressing stily was something Natalie would find out iure—probably when the appropriate items presehemselves.

  Probably, they’d have alternate gear to put ba when they returo the surface. Even Natalie would find it a bit awkward if they wore outfits like these around campus and town. Though, Ana clearly didn’t care; she had worn her revealing dress to the dungeorahout a worry in the world.

  Natalie admired that level of fidenaybe cluelessness? Either way, whether a poiatement or her willio funt her body being just part of who she was, Ana truly didn’t seem to care eople thought—to an impressive degree. Only practicality mattered. Or was Natalie reading Ana at a surface level only?

  A few more items came out of the boss chest, the usual assortment of dungeon loot. Jordan’s top was the only revealing piece of equipment. Natalie received a new pair of boots that were strong for a tank, though just a on. Liz got a new ring.

  Haviied the chest, they were ready to leave. Natalie was surprised to see that Ana had wandered away before finishing. She was looking into one of the mirrors, head tilted as she peered inside.

  “Looking for more?” Natalie asked.

  She gnatalie’s way, theured for her to e look. Natalie did.

  “Do you see that?” Ana asked. “That other mirror. It’s not refleg like it should.”

  It took a few seds for Natalie to uand. She blinked in surprise. Ana was right—the image ihe other mirror, when reflected through this one, seemed to be distorted. Twisted in a way hard to describe. It was also shining faintly. Had it been doing that before? Someone would've noticed, right?

  Ana approached the offending mirror. Natalie followed. The rest of the team, intrigued, also did so.

  On their way over, something odd happened.

  Only a few feet away from the suspiirror, Ana tripped. Natalie caught a fsh of stone embed itself bato the floor—it had raised in an instant and snagged Ana’s foot, silently and swiftly. Ana wasn’t clumsy; she was a delver as much as any of them, and didn’t trip on ft ground.

  The dungeon had summo. And not even as a reasorap; there’d been no indicators. It ure ce, and proximity to Ana, that Natalie had even noticed.

  Ana stumbled, trying to catch herself, but failed. Natalie tried to grab her, but also failed; it was just too ued of a.

  Ana fell face-first into the mirror, uo arrest her momentum.

  Except, she fell into the mirror. Literally. The dark-haired mage sank straight into gss, then disappeared as she passed through. Her form vanished entirely, the mirror rippling briefly before settling.

  A portal?

  It had happeoo fast for anyone besides Natalie to read even then, Natalie hadn’t been able to do anything. The team froze. A half-sed of shocked silence desded.

  Natalie did something she reized as reckless, but her feet carried her forward regardless. She rushed in after Ana. It wasn’t what an experienced delver ought to do. At a minimum, she should have talked with her team—decided whether following in after Ana, through a potential trap, was smart.

  At the same time, there was no way Natalie wouldn’t try to help, dangerous or not.

  There was some logic supp her, at least. It might be a trap, but it had been one offered in a pletely unfair mahe dungeon had deliberately and silently tripped Ana, with no indicators. The dungeon wasn't typically that unfair. So, it couldn’t be a lethal trap. Not that Natalie necessarily ahose thoughts before rushing in after Ana. She reacted more by emotion than logic. She’d always been reckless.

  She hit the mirror, then, as Ana had, sank through the gss. The world went bck, and then she was falling, air whistling across her as she plummeted.

  She bcked out.

  sciousness returned in an instant, though she awoke groggily, fused, slumped on a tile floor. It took a sed to take stock of herself mentally. Her body felt strange, her skin cold and bare. With some effort, she cracked her eyes open and pushed herself into a kneeling position. She'd been falling. Had she nded hard? Nothing hurt; she just felt groggy.

  The sight that met her was … fusing.

  At first, she thought she was looking into a mirror. After the room before, and the dungeon level in general, another mirror would hardly be surprising. But the Natalie that looked back at her, alsily waking from her tumble through the mirror-portal, hadn’t raised to sit in the same position as her.

  Natalie looked down at herself.

  She saw Ana’s cleavage, exposed by her flimsy mage’s robes. She looked at her hands. Thin, delicate fingers, missing the callouses that came with stant heavy on training. With a sinking feeling—and the disorientation starting to make sense—she felt her face, then ran a hand through her hair. It was lohan it should be. She brought it forward to look at it. Silky bck locks. Ana’s hair.

  Ana’s body.

  “This is ued,” Natalie’s e said, voice ft but curious—familiar, but in a way hard to describe. Natalie uood a sed ter. Ana’s voice. Or, her voice, filtered through Natalie’s own mouth.

  “It seems,” Ana-Natalie said, “that we’ll be borrowing each other’s bodies for this challenge.”