He does not

The highwayman smirked as he looked her trembling figure over. Without the jewels, her gown was even more beautiful as it, with a wet looking sleekness, shimmered scintillatingly up and down as her figure was captured in the moonlight.

He calculated the odds, and the still silence around them seemed that it would last some time more without any more travelers coming down this path. Besides, everybody in the kingdom was already at the prince's ball.

He touched the sabre to her shoulder.

Cinderella flinched, her lips quivering.

“Lose the gown!” He ordered next, lest she thought he was through.

She took a step back at this, but saw no pity in his face and knew that he meant it.

She hesitated, and taking a step forward he waved the point of the sword under her chin,

“But", she stammered, "You already have my jewels?!”

“And now I mean for you to take off that dress, no time to argue is it miss! Now turn around, so that I may help you out of your dress!”

She reluctantly, sadly, did so and turned around with her back to him. Cinderella's eyes grew big with dread, as she felt the back of her long slick fancy satin gown being unzipped, and allowed to fall freely down to her feet, piling up in a shimmering pool.

This exposed the ultra soft, expensively cut, long, luxurious light blue slip she is wearing, complete with small rhinestones decorating its straps and bodice. It looked looked like a gown itself, lace and stitching even.As Cinderella was standing there, frozen in awestruck disbelief , the sword was taken from her chin, and used to slice each of the rhinestone slips straps. She grabbed the top of the now free hanging slip, and held it fast to her chest in an effort to preserve whatever remained of her quickly waning dignity.

"Let it fall", he commanded.

She was totally defeated, and knew it as she let the slinky lingerie slide down her body and drop to her feet. She stepped out of it in her heels and passed it over.

"The shoes.", he said, and she slipped them off. She handed it over, then stepped back, looking totally wretched.

“Is that everything now!?”, he snapped, looking at her only her lingerie.

She nodded her head yes with all the innocence in the world as her freed hair flew about her face in silky loose strands. "It is sir. I am just down to my underwear."

But he was not through with her yet.

“Now missy, I want you to walk over to yon fountain!”, he pointed with his sword at a pond some 70 yards away

“My clothes, my dress. My fairy godmother..” she whimpered miserably.

“You're lucky I'm letting you keep what you still have on.” , he snarled at her.

She turned around and limpidly began to walk.

She reached it, stumbling the whole way in her bare feet. Then turned and looked at me.

And, as she watched from next to the pond, her figure trembling, he shamelessly bent down, bundled up all her tantalizingly soft clothes and shoes. He scooped them up and placed them under my arm. Then he got into her fancy carriage and waved to her with his free hand, and turned away. He left her miserably standing there aghast, watching his back as he left with, quite literally, all of her valuables.