Only the bride strips

"It's your special day," you tell the bride, "and I think it'd be marvelous for you to show off what the groom is having for dinner tonight."

"Ewww," the bride is clearly not interested in that remark, "you don't mean for me to get naked, do you?"

"Technically not," you clarify, "since you can keep your heels, gloves, stockings, and veil on. The rest has got to go, though."

"But I need this wedding dress to pass on to our daughter!" the bride complains.

"I'll see to it that the bridesmaids keep it safe," you tilt your head to the bridesmaids and it's instantly understood. The bride sighs, pulling her white dress down and off, followed by her lacy bra and white panties.

You reach forward for the undergarments when a bridesmaid stops you.

"You said we were taking care of the clothes, sir."

"Just the dress," you chuckle as you collect the undergarments. You retreat back into the crowd and see that it's gathered around the woman you stripped earlier. She's got her hands in the ENF pose, and having the widest shit-eating closed-lip grin imaginable.

"Hey, did you find anything comfortable to wear?" you joke to her.

"Heh heh, no," she manages the fakest chuckle she can, "can't go anywhere without my purse!"

"Well, here you go," you hand her the bride's underwear, "this should be much more comfortable than being naked with everyone around!"

"Thanks!" she laughs with the cattiest fake-Southern-hospitality smile she can as she puts the garments on and the crowd's attention turns to the naked bride. "Heyyy, can you get me my purse?"

You just ignore her on that point, turning away and thinking about what to do next.