It’s a formal ball gown

You sorted through the pile of clothing Dorothy had handed you. It was a slinky, tight ballgown, some sky high heels that matched, and a tiara. Seriously, a tiara?

You held the gown in your hand, raised your arm back to slam it into the ground and thought, again, that the company needed this business, that if you didn't help out, people could lose their jobs...

"EDNA!" you grumbled through clenched teeth.

You sighed, heavily. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?

You carefully undid your work outfit, finally getting to see the lingerie that EDNA had apparently stuffed you into, and stepped into the gown. It was an off the shoulder number, in deep, rich red satin. You reached behind you to zip it up, but couldn't quite reach it to get it fully closed.

After struggling for several long seconds, a soft knock came at the door. "Honey? Need any help?" Dorothy asked softly.

Grumbling, you hoisted up the tight skirt, walked in your stocking feet over to the door and opened it. "Can you... zip me up, please?" you asked, turning around.

Dorothy did just that. She then held the heels and you wriggled your feet into them. "Sorry, dear, they're a bit small for you. But it's just temporary." She gave a weak smile, apparently knowing what was being asked of you.

She then placed the tiara onto your head, the combs in it biting into your hair and scalp. She smoothed the skirt around your hips. "Perfect. He'll love you. Raymond sends over the prettiest girls for Bernard. You'll be one of his favorites."

That... did not sound good.

"Now, let's get you to Bernard. He's anxiously waiting for you. You can leave your things here. They'll be safe."

Dorothy held the door open for you. Taking mincing steps due to the heels and the gown, you wiggled your way back down the hall to Bernard's office.