No, but the Dean has a plan

"Don't you feel like you're showing a bit much to your students?" Dean Van Dyke asked.

"For your information, no! I find it insulting you would judge me by the way I dress. I'm a professional, and I'm surrounded by adults. I should be able to wear whatever I want, and any behavior that isn't acceptable would be punished." Dr. Orlov argued.

Dean Van Dyke raised her eyebrow. She wasn't sure if Courtney was being sincere or was completely oblivious. Either way, it was true that Courtney had the full attention of the class, and this might get some lucrative media coverage for the University. She pressed forward.

"I see, so you feel strongly about your appearance, do you?" the Dean asked.

"Well, of course. I'm a professor, so I have to have some kind of decorum."

That cinched it. She was an oblivious nudist! Dean Van Dyke smiled as she thought about taking advantage of the young and attractive professor. It might get her fired, but if she played it as a complete misunderstanding, only Courtney would end up being embarrassed. The Dean decided to through with it, and made sure Courtney wouldn't be clued into her state of (un)dress.

"I like your resolve. We need more women like you who are confident in their own skin and are able to articulate their views without fear. In fact, how about we make this interesting?" the Dean asked.

"Interesting? How?"

"You commit to dressing like this as a way to inspire other faculty members as well as the students with your...radiant approach. I can draw up a form and run it back here quick. You have a few moments?"

"I suppose so. I don't have a class for a bit. And I could finally sit at my desk..."

"NO! I-I mean, don't be so quick to rest. I'll be back in no time. Just stand right there, and don't move, OK? I don't want you to lose your nerve."

"Alright, but please be quick. My feet are killing me. I wish I could take these heels off!" Courtney joked.

"Actually, why don't you? It'll only be us, and you should be as comfortable as possible. Just... Not sitting."

"Um, OK..."

Courtney bent at the waist and removed her shoes, remarkably without realizing her lack of any clothing below the waist. Once they were off, Dean Van Dyke scooped them up.

"Okay, just stay here, and I'll be back with the forms." the woman said.

"What? My shoes?"

"Oh, you won't need them. I'll be back!" the Dean said before going into the hall.

Courtney was now alone and barefoot (as far as she knew) and had to wait for the eccentric Dean to return.