You journey uneventfully... but are too late

The 7th hour? Wait... That's noon, that's not too far away. You scurry over to the cloth as quickly as your garb will let you and hold it up. It takes some scrutiny, and you squint your eyes, but yes, you can see it now. The pattern woven into the cloth is actually a stylized map of the city. You send some time trying to orient yourself... awkwardly at first, but after some thought you think you've got it and prepare to set out into the city! ... Prepare to ... set out... into the city. You gulp as the thought proves daunting to you. You look down at yourself and confirm that you look fully clothed, but a glance back to the mirror, and your bound and shackled form fills you with trepidation again. You sigh, and conclude that at least the underwear is still normal underwear. You'll be decent, if deviant at this rate. Finally you take the step outside of your door.

You walk quickly and deliberately, and try your best to force your shoulders a little farther foreword. To the world you may appear to be a wealthy man in a hurry, but your cheeks shine brightly as you know the truth. While you look to be wearing sandals, your feet are bare, and you have to walk carefully to keep from stepping on rocks or splinters. People glance at you from time to time, renewing your embarrassment, but you keep telling yourself that they simply see your clothing as the illusion it is.

You reach and pass a town square only a few blocks from your destination, and raise the map to get a better view when a commotion rumbles through the crowd around you...