Tell her to run home in her underwear and stockings

"I assume you learned your lesson. And if not I'd happily teach it again because-" You whistle at her. "Now run along, go home."

She does a double-take, looking at you, then down at her body, and then back at you, incredulity mixed with shame.

"L- like this?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"I look like a harlot!" She snaps.

"More like a high-class escort, if that's any consolation."

"It's not!!"

"Wearing that was your own decision. And may I congratulate you on your wonderful taste. Now shoo, go home."