... Is this even clothing?

You stand awkwardly in front of the mirror for far longer than you expected to. The minutes drag on as you hear the tailor furiously working in the back of the shop. Though you are facing away from them, you can clearly see your three companions in the mirror, ogling your nude form while you have to just stand there and take it.

Eventually you hear the tailor shuffle back over to you. When you look over at him you expect him to have his hands full with a fine dress or otherwise elaborate outfit ready to test fit onto you. Instead, he only has a single piece of fabric folded over one arm and an elaborate clasp in his other hand. Before you can question him on what sort of clothing he's giving you, he grabs your shoulders and turns them straight again so that you are facing the mirror. He begins deftly unfolding the white fabric, which to your horror is completely sheer! As he holds it up behind you, you can see all four men in the room clear as day through the fabric! He drapes the fabric over one shoulder then the other, letting the bottom fall neatly against your back.

You try looking behind you to see how much this actually covers, but the tailor grabs your shoulders again and forces you forward. You suffice yourself with looking in the mirror to see what this looks like on you. The sheer fabric drapes over your shoulders and upper arms and down over your breasts but not much lower than that. The tailor has by now stepped around to your front, adjusting the way it drapes over you before pulling the two sides together and fastening them together with the golden clasp nestled right in your cleavage.

As the tailor steps away and walks over to Louis, you have to admit that the garment itself looks exquisite. The fabric is soft and light, the clasp has an engraved horse head in the middle, and the whole thing is hemmed with a purple trim. This could be an accent piece for a noblewoman's formal dress! On its own, however, it leaves you feeling more exposed than if you were completely nude.

"I love it! It looks perfect on her!" Louis exclaims from behind you. You turn around just in time to see him drop several gold coins into the tailor's palm. "This should cover it and then some. Think of it as a gift for your service at such short notice."

You want to ask the tailor if he perhaps forgot part of your ensemble in the back of his shop, but Charles and Pietro are already ushering you out of the shop. Soon the four of you are out in the back alleys once again. As you step along the cold cobblestones, you make one more realization - you didn't even get any shoes!