Chainmail Bikini

Any knight worth their salt has got to have some armor, right?! But that shouldn't prevent this lovely lady from showing off her shapely build, of course. The lower classes of feudal society must be able to look upon their betters with awe (and horniness), that's how the system is supposed to function or civilization will crumble! Upon giving it some extra thought you're certain you know how to combine these conflicting objectives, and set to work. You definitely have to scour the town to find what you have in mind, but after a thorough search you return with the desired garments and begin reclothing her in an incredibly skimpy bra and loincloth, covered in metallic scales. It even includes a metallic garter which you fasten around her thigh. Gods bless the creator of the scalemail bikini. You even decide to give her back her sword - an armored knight's gotta have their signature weapon.

You dramatically snap your fingers, and time resumes its normal flow. "..you talking about?!" the woman finishes the sentence she'd begun so long ago (from your perspective). You simply nod downwards, and she follows your eyeline down towards her torso, concluding in a sharp inhale as she examines her new outfit, sunlight glinting off the curvature of her scaleclad breasts.

"W-what the fuck is this?!?!"

-"It's armor."

"No it isn't, this is barely a bathing suit!"

-"Don't be daft, it's got metal scales and everything," you wave off the complaint.

She angrily balls her fists, her bosom shaking in the scale bikini, sending reflected sunlight in all directions: "It doesn't have everything it doesn't even cover the vitals!!!" You glance down at her breasts. "Well.. it covers some vitals...," you coyly note. The woman gnashes her teeth and moves to cover herself with one arm, while holding out her sword in front of her with the other. Ooh, this one's got some fight left in her.