She snorted, hands working to wiggle out of the last remnants of the dress it's self. Even thought she knew it would be left in this room, and likely destroyed tomorrow, she carefully set it over a chair, not wanting to be careless with Cinna's brilliance.

The undergarments, however, she didn't care about respecting. And there were way too much of them. She tugged at laces, and wiggled and twisted to peel of slips and stockings, and it was lucky she didn't tear more of the sheer material than she did. Then again, it was somewhat satisfying to take out some of her pent up emotions on the frothy, lacy overkill.

"I think I got it..." She grunted, kicking of the last of it...only to realize her focus on her underthings had carried her right over being embarrassed about getting undressed.