Peasantgarb has infamously poor stitching

Evellyn slinks back into the city in her peasant disguise, trudging through the streets - displeased to be wearing this outfit, but glad it's not alternative.

You follow her stealthily. At oppertune moments, you freeze time in its tracks, and run over to add small rips and tears to the worn clothes. Soon enough Evellyn is starting to leave a small trail of snippets of cloth behind her. She only starts noticing however when the wear and tear starts reaching as high as her knees. She halts in her tracks, stopping to feverishly look around - to find you, presumably. As soon as she does though the front of her dress gives way, allowing her bosoms to spill forth and hang out. Flustered, Evellyn quickly cups her breasts, trying to cover herself as fast as she can, but a small chorus of gasps and whistles informs her she wasn't fast enough.

Clutching the front of her dress she quickly walks away, before breaking into a sprint. Increasingly larger pieces of cloth flutter behind her, and she's followed by eager eyes in every street she passes, and by the time she makes it to the front of her mansion less remains of her peasant garb than a string bikini. These final pieces give way before Evellyn manages to duck out of sight into the side-entrance to the garden, and she's **** to jog the last few meters completely naked through an eruption of hoots and hollers from an admiring audience. Needless to say, you're quite pleased.