What outfit will Waverly be trying to get home in, and how indecent is it?

Princess Waverly

It was less an outfit, and more a collection of veils. Waverly stared incredulously at all she'd managed to take with her. She'd known a stripper's outfit wouldn't be great, but she'd still expected it to be better than a few sheets.

Oh god, and none of them were opaque. Layered together though, hopefully they'd be less revealing than how much one or two showed.

She fumbled them, her hands shaking from embarrassment as she tried to work out the best way to put them on. If that went there, and that went there...

Something fell out of the mass of fabric. Waverly crouched on instinct, and almost gave a chuckle. Great, she had a tiara. That counted for basically nothing.

She managed to wrap a veil around herself, using the seams and holes as a guide for what to do, then repeated it for a handful more similar looking sheets. All of them had slightly different dimensions, going further or less far down her arms or torso, and all were worryingly transparent, but once all the layers were in place they only gave a hint of shadows below unless the light hit them just right.

The lower half of the costume was similar too, several layers with uneven hems all overlapping.

Just for the sake of it, she donned the tiara. It was hard to want to do without any outfit.

She shivered, well aware that she was still outside. She didn't feel particulalry decent. It was some over-the-top sexy version of something inspired by some kind of medieval princess, only now the veils were turned into a crop-top that didn't reach her elbows and left her midriff bare, and a skirt that didn't even go halfway to her knees.

They were clearly meant to be worn in the club too. Each layer was light, rippling in the breeze, and none of them were tight. When she took a single step it felt like the skirt flared up enough that she felt the cool night air breeze against her ass. Waverly bit her lip and slapped the back of the skirt down, looking down at herself.

It was a terrible costume. But it was all she had and, hopefully, it was so much better than being naked.

Now she just had to get home.