She takes it the worst possible way

"Oh my god, what are you doing dressed like that?" the lady ran to the pair in a mild Polish accent.

"I'm so sorry, it's all an accident, we were rushed to get out of the door and everything was all..." Joanne vomited a word salad in her flustered state before Miss Walkowicz cut her off.

"No, no. This is simply unacceptable; I don't care that you are from Texas, but in the civilized world we act and dress properly. I can see your boobies from your dress, and your, friend, here smells like the Red Line at night!"

"Hey," Lacey said quite offended, "we've had a long day, and really need to get to our rooms."

"What you need," Walkowicz countered, "is some manners! You harlots need to be taught a lesson in acting right! Come with me, right now!"

Gulping, Joanne and Lacey followed Walkowicz into her apartment, dreading what she would do to them.