So I start off wearing my usual outfit, cloche hat, camisole (pretend I have a regular top on), black stockings, short bloomers (that’ll be a plot point), two petticoats, and my long skirt.
I act like I’m out and about at the market, I act like it’s windy outside. I keep at it for a minute or so and then I begin to walk home. I act like I’m about to walk down a few steps and then I trip and fall on the steps and the wind blowing up my skirt. I land on my back with my legs spread in the air, my skirt flipped, and my legs and short bloomers exposed for all to see.
Once I sit up and cover up my legs, you come up to me, tell me that you’re from the modesty patrol, and that I’ve broken the law. You take hold of my wrist and lead me to a wooden chair or some other hard surface for me to sit on (whatever you have). You explain to me that I’ve broken the exposure laws of this area by allowing the lower half of my body to be seen. You explain to me that there are three levels of exposure.