The armor on her limbs

You decide to take the slow route, and stretch out her embarrassment. Again you zip from your seating, undo all the buckles and grab the plates, and move back to your bench, neatly putting the armor in stacks next to you, to add to the humiliating torment.

You wonder what it must feel like, to realize all your clothes are going to end up there in tidy piles to taunt you, while you're powerless to stop it.

After the familiar blur rushing past her, you can tell she immediately notices more of her armor lying on display on the table. Her arms are still covered by the gambeson, and her legs are covered by woolen pants and furlined boots, but she can no longer hide the surprise in her eyes. You can see now she clearly knows what's going to happen to her clothes and by extension her dignity.