//TEAR THE CURTAIN OVER THERE AND DRESS YOURSELF. WE CAN PAY FOR IT.

"You sure?"
//YES. AND TAKE THAT BUCKET OVER THERE. PUT IT ON YOUR HEAD.
"Wait, what?"
//JUST DO IT.
And so you did. You tear the curtain, wrap it around your like a toga, and put the bucket over your head. You look dumb.
//WONDERFUL. NOW DRESS HER. AND LET GET OFF THIS CART.
He must mean the woman beside you. She still in her slumber, almost happily so, with a silly and also a tiny, tiny bit creepy on her expression. You would gladly do that, but there is only one complication.
"I can't do that! I don't know how to dress her undies! Can't we wait til she gets up?"
You speak the truth. You never seen that kind of undergarment before. It looks frilly, flimsy and complex with all the belt and-
//NO. YOU CAN DO JUST HER ARMOR BUT BE QUICK. THE STATION ABOUT TO CLOSE.
"Oh..." It felt kinda wrong to do this. But as you dress her up, leather armor pressed tightly onto her bare chest, you can't help but feel aroused, too. Something thrilling about her walking around-
//HEY. STOP FANTASIZING AND GET IT OVER WITH.
Sigh. "Right away, sir."
As you trying to fit the armor (Man, how do she fit her butt inside this thing?), a thought crossed your mind -
"Wait. So you can see me, right?".
//YES. THAT IS TRUE.
"Always?"
//YES.
"So you watch me having sex with her? Is that weird? Do you feel anything?"
//NO. NOTHING AT ALL.
"....That's sad."
//ITS NOTHING DIFFERENT THAN WHAT WE DO BEFORE. I THINK.
"We watch people having sex?"
//SOMETHING LIKE THAT. I CANT REMEMBER.
"Alright..."
"There. All done." You wipe sweat from your forehead. You notice that some button is mismatched, but it will hold.
//SLOPPY WORK. BUT I DONT WANNA STAY IN THIS CART ANY LONGER. LET GET OUT.
"How do we carry her then?"
//JUST HANG HER AROUND YOUR SHOULDER. ENOUGH HOLD UP. LET GO.