With calm, dignity, and poise

"I... I can't be naked! I'm the queen!" Belinda says, her voice growing more frantic and higher pitched as continues speaking. "I... it's n-not right!"

The curvaceous blonde starts to rapidly fan herself with her hands as her heart pounds away in her ample chest.

"Please, your majesty..." Greta says as she tries to calm her half-sister down, partly out of pity for her, and partly out of worry that Belinda's voice will lead the mob right back to them.

The maid gently grabs the hyperventilating queen by the shoulders and gently shakes her.

"It'll be alright, once we get out of here we can..." Greta starts to speak, only to start squealing herself as Belinda blindly gropes at the tattered remains of her own clothes.

"GIMME YOUR CLOTHES!" Belinda snaps as she pulls and yanks at the already shredded slip, turning it into even tinier tatters that flutter to the ground. "I CAN'T BE NAKIE!!"

"S-stop! Stop that!" Greta meekly protests as she is reduced to just her (stolen) bra and panties. "NOOOOOOOO!"

The maid blushes and gasps as the increasingly frazzled and panicking queen blindly yanks at anything she can grope.

"GIVE IT!" Belinda shouts like a spoiled child as she pulls as hard as she can on Greta's bra, ripping the soft, mind-blowingly expensive lingerie right down the middle and exposing the maid's own impressive bosom to the cool night sky.

"MY BRA!!" Greta screams as loudly as Belinda.