She doesn't

Weiss tried to comply, protest, anything, but no words came out. Her mind was too fixated on the faces of those around her, salivating at the idea of seeing her exposed.

"Time's up. Vernal, give her a hand."

Vernal opened the door of the cage, closing it tightly behind her. Weiss didn't know what to expect. She didn't want to just surrender. She wanted to run, or fight, but it seemed impossible.

Vernal smiled. This bitch was paralysed with fear. She knew that meant no resistance.

She went for Weiss' jacket first, undoing the clasp and sliding it off of her arms. When she attempted to move Weiss, she found her to be rather robotic, not resisting but not complying.

Vernal's hands were somewhat rough, but her movements were surprisingly gentle. Weiss found her fear begin to fade slightly as Vernal took her jacket off. This could be worse, I suppose...

"If you move with me, this will be much easier." Vernal's voice startled Weiss once again, but only because it was unexpected. Vernal's tone was a lot calmer than it had been when she was on the other side of the cage.

Vernal slowly unzipped Weiss' dress, and lifted it over her arms. The crowd began to cheer. It made Weiss nervous, and she began to tense up once again.