No. Make some cosmetic alterations to her clothes.

She's huffs angrily "You can't make me walk through the streets like this!"

"Okay, enough chatter." You speed up and time slows in your perception, and you go back to grab something. You zip to the scissors you acquired to do your earlier work, and start on another masterpiece.

Snip, snip snip, There goes the fabric of the cups of her bra. And snip, now her panties are crotchless. And then all the fabric covering her behind except for the strings of the waistband and the hem, and a thing strip of fabric in the middle like a thong. You're good at this fashion stuff.

As time resumes, the knight feels her breasts sag over the edge of her now cup-less bra, and when she looks down is also shocked to discover her panties no longer cover her crotch. She gives an indignant squeel, flailing around trying to cover herself.

"Now you look like a harlot."

She blushes profusely. "You bastard." She mutters.