She puts the gown on

No, not really. Not at all. Ingrid stared down at herself, having decided to at least try the gown on. This might actually be way worse, she thought, eyes wide. At least with the towel, she had the excuse of someone stealing her clothes. But, actually walking around wearing this... thing would make it look like she chose to wear this, that she wanted to, and she was sure that was what this person wanted. It was humiliating. "Suited for a lady of my situation, huh?" She said, her hands clenching. "Are they suggesting I should be some sort of whore!?"

It was plainly clear that the gown was of exquisite make, and it did sport a lovely color. It even had the benefit of elbow-length flowy sleeves and covering all the way up to the neck, much like a tee-shirt, but that was where the good qualities ended. Everywhere on the top half of the gown, the color was solid with only one exception. Over her breasts. Where her breasts sat, the gown was essentially transparent. Maybe at a distance, the fabric's color could throw people off, but anyone around her would be treated to a more or less unobstructed view of her bare breasts. The fact that she was still wet, didn't help it either. Actually, because of that, the material clung to her. Her delicate, pink nipples were standing at attention and poking into the fabric. One hand rose up to cover them, and the other pulled down at the bottom of the gown, hoping that doing so would somehow lengthen it.

Under her breasts, the gown went back to opaque, not that it really helped. The gown only covered just past her privates, showing off a scandalous amount of her thighs and legs. If she wasn't extremely vigilant, she would be flashing everything with every step she took! Her whole body burned with shame, and her heart raced. There's no way I can wear this! She swallowed a lump in her throat.