A prostitute’s outfit

You've got it! Truly, what could be a more denigrating fall from station to start the day as a noble knight, and then end it dressed like a prostitute? You leave the plaza, time still standing almost perfectly still, as you run about locating a suitable donor to steal the outfit from. You find yourself in a decently sized town, so it takes you hardly any time at all (no time, technically) to come across a nearby brothel. After hopping through a few of the doors, 'inspecting the goods', you spot a prostitute in the middle of the act, her wardrobe flung haphazardly across a nearby chair and the floor around it. You quickly rummage through the clothes.. and you like what you see.

You scoop all of it up in your arms, rush back to the plaza, and start dressing the noble knight back up again. The skirt is tremendously short, particularly at the front and sides, but you encounter another pleasant little surprise as you begin working on administering the corset that easily has the skirt beat for sexiness: the corset is cupless, and too narrow to reach higher than the upper stomach, leaving the breasts completely exposed. Even for a prostitute this strains decency, and gives away the goods before they've been purchased, so you rush off and quickly return with a little something to remedy that: Two heartshaped nipple tassels.

You make sure everything is in its proper place and add some additional accoutrements to complete the picture: Some beaded necklaces, a pair of large hooped earrings you can clip on, you tie a little ribbon around her upper thigh like a garter, and you get some makeup to apply a bit of blush to the cheeks and add some bright lipstick.

You return to your seat and sit down, and - purely for dramatic effect - clap your hands twice. Time begins to flow again.

"..you talking about?!" the woman finishes her sentence. Her earrings and necklaces jingle with her stride, and her tits jiggle at her step, causing the tassels to flutter about. The former knight stops abruptly as the spontaneous sensation of her outfit being swapped hits her, and she glances down, overcome with shock from the scandalous outfit she is now wearing. You can see she's straining to even formulate a response beyond a soft, breathy "what the fuck is happening?"

"There you go. Now you can show off that physique of yours - maybe earn some money too, I bet you'd be really good at it."

Frozen in shock, she eventually regains enough control to cup her tassled breasts with her hands, and push her legs together in an embarrassed stance. "Wh- what did you do to me?! How d-"

"I gave you something to wear that seemed more.. appropriate."

"..Appropriate?! I'm a knight, I'm of noble blood! How dare-"

You shush her, raising a wagging finger: "Not a knight. Not anymore. You're a prostitute now."

"But I- You.."

"Courtesan, if you prefer." You lean back on the bench. "You should've surrendered with dignity while you had the chance, now you reap the consequence: A swift demotion."