A towel

Kevin's eyes snapped open, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. "I wish that Jessica would be given a towel to wear," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Jessica's face contorted in a mixture of desperation and disgust as she felt an unseen force guiding her hands to Kevin. He handed her a worn, faded towel, the kind typically used for drying off after a shower. The towel was a dull gray color, with a few loose threads and a faint scent of mildew.

Jessica's eyes widened in horror as she took the towel, her mind racing with the implications of wearing such a thing in public. Her face turned a deep shade of crimson as she wrapped the towel around her body, trying to cover herself as much as possible. The towel was too small, and it barely reached her thighs, leaving her legs exposed. She looked like a person who had just stepped out of the shower and forgotten to get dressed. Kevin couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, clearly amused by her misfortune.

As Jessica stood there, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, Kevin's expression turned serious. He looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eye and said, "You know, I think I can make this outfit even better."