How about you're generous for once and let her keep her underwear.. for now

Just before the maid shuts the door, you slip inside, and find hide yourself within earshot, just around the corner of the mansion. Then the gate is slammed shut, and the maid locks it. Lady Evellyn lets out a sigh of relief; she's finally made it home safely.

The servant girl immediately moves to attend upon her mistress, undoing the apron tied around her waist and slinging it over the knight's shoulders.

"Lady Evellyn, what happened?! Wh- where are your clothes! Did the mob do this to you?"

Evellyn wraps the apron tightly around her torso.

"Some perverted son-of-a-bitch with a magical curse and no common decency, or respect for personal space.." she replies, bitterly and vaguely. The servant doesn't quite know what to make of it, or how to reply.

"Forget it. Draw me a hot bath. I need to wash off this entire day.."