That redoubled the corporal’s frown, but it was too late to back out now. Anyways, she wouldn't have anypony to dance with, so she wouldn’t be dancing, so she wouldn’t be bouncing, so nopony would see anything. That decided, she turned forwards again and reached over to the door-hook to grab the matching red shawl. It was trimmed with big, red fake fur that was so puffy it could be made of ostrich feathers, and when she slipped it on and wrapped it up properly to cover everything, she actually felt more ridiculous than she did before.