Medaka
As Medaka began walking towards where Mitsuba was pointing, she peeled off the rest of her top, including her bra. Instead of offering a some sort of excuse, she simply said, "Yes, perhaps you are right."
No, she was right. Whether she intended to call her out or not, in that moment, the young vampire realized how stupid that excuse was. Change is not something that excludes cost. That thought was suddenly interrupted as she entered the room and found herself surrounded by traditional Japanese clothing. It was all very pretty and there were many different styles and patterns.
"Do not worry," she shouted. "I do not care much for weapons anyway."
After scanning the room for a bit, she found a bright red kimono decorated with white cherry blossom patterns. After slipping out of her pants, she put on the kimono. It was pretty tight, particularly around the chest. To circumvent this problem, she opened up the front, giving her breasts room to breathe. Once that was settled, she put her hair up into a bun, modifying a coat hanger into a hair clip. It was done with such craftsmanship that only keen eyes would be able to tell the difference.
The young vampire emerged from the room, a satisfied smile on her face. "So, does this look ok?" she asked, making sure she didn't take anything important.