If she wants to get home it’s not going to be with clothes

“Those pants with that toplessness though? Oh what a fashion faux-pas, you can’t go home dressed like that dear.” You call after her.

“No, stop!” But she’s too late, you’re already moving. You zip in, and whisk her remaining clothes away, including boots and underwear. She shows no appreciation for remedying that looming fashion disaster though, letting out an anguished high-pitched scream.

“I hate you!”

She continues to run, now naked from top to bottom.