Evellyn's underwear and coat

You unbuckle Evellyn's halfplate and slip off her gambeson, clothes and underwear with practiced ease. You're distracted with honking her firm bosoms for a few second before remembering what you were planning on doing, lifting the guard back on her feet and slipping on the undergarments with all the sensuality a horny perv can muster. This is just about all you can muster within your attentionspan, and you slip Evellyn's coat over the underwear and consider the job done.

You step back, and the world begins moving again.

..dare!" Evellyn finishes exclaiming, before letting out an embarrassed, frustrated shout, flinging her arms across her exposed body at such a speed she nearly tumbles off the box she's sitting on. The guard is disoriented, suddenly finding herself standing again, and she looks down to inspect the lingerie and coat she's suddenly finding herself garbed in. It takes a few embarrassed stutters before she manages to say "B- but what about the rest of it?"

"What rest of it?" You reply.

"The armor? Shirt? ... P-pants?"

"Don't be daft, that armor is really expensive. Just be happy you have a coat."

Evellyn interjects, pouting "My coat."

"Now bugger off unless you want me to retrieve the coat. You have 5 seconds."

You making shooing motions with your hand, and the guard quickly pulls the coat shut before rushing towards the exit of the alley, thoroughly spooked and weirded out. It'll be interesting explaining to her colleagues what happened to her guard uniform.