You emerge from the darkness, blinking, into the sunlight. You have done it! You have ventured into the demesne of the beast, bearded it in its lair, and emerged victorious!
You look at your companions, and your heart surges with the knowledge that it was their support and loyalty that brought you this far... and you realize that they look like something that cat dragged in. Their clothes are rent and stained with three different kinds of body fluids, not to mention charred by fire and vitriol.
You check yourself, and find that, indeed, your clothes have not endured any better.
Scratch one set of clothes off your character sheet... it's ruined.