Thrift shop.

You pull up in front of a thrift store and feed the meter. Kitty’s wrapped one towel around herself like a woman coming out of the shower, which is covering enough, so you take the other towel away and toss it in the back (she still has her shoes and socks on her). With your arm wrapped around her, you lead Kitty to the front door.

Which is locked; it’s too early in the morning.

Rather than wait a couple hours, you decide to lead her around the back of the building to the dumpster and see if they’ve thrown out anything you can use.

As you’re lifting up the lid, Kitty interjects:

“You’re going to ask me to wear garbage!?”

“I could pull a Petruchio and insist you wear nothing at all, since there is no clothing worthy of you,” you remark, pulling out a long cream-colored coat and examining it. “Here, try this on.”

She picks it, looks nervously around, and slips it on over the towel. It’s a little long for her, reaching down to just above her knees. She takes the coat collar and it a sniff. “It smells clean, and it’s a London Fog, but it’s pretty stained.”

“They probably tried pretty hard to get the stains out.

“Alright, you’ve got modesty now, let’s start adventuring!” you proclaim, leading her back to the car with your arm around her.

“Um, wait, already? What do you mean, ‘adventuring’? Like a cruise?”

(Petruchio is the male lead in The Taming of the Shrew, but I’m sure you already knew that)