Yes.

Jessica gave up.

"I'm really sorry... yes, that's my dress," Jessica said, her previous confidence lost in her voice. "I was in the elevator, then the door closed on me..." she began to mumble about her humiliating experience. She was tempted to cover her chest since her act was blown. She decided not to let too much of her embarrassment show; besides he got to see everything, so it would be pointless now.

The man went from bewilderment to amusement when he heard Jessica's meek confession. He chuckled and handed the crumpled dress to her. "Ok, here you go," he said jovially. Jessica accepted with both hands and all she could manage was a quiet 'thank you'. Then the man left her, walking down the hallway. "Be careful next time, or you'll lose those cute thongs too!" he yelled back as he was walking away. Jessica flushed red when she heard this.

'At least I got my dress back' she reassured herself... until she opened up the crumpled fabric and remembered the dress was torn off her body. The dress was unwearable, and it wasn't even the whole piece. Before she could point this out and ask for help, the man was long gone. Jessica kept the torn dress close, however. At least it will act like a tarp and offer meagre coverage.