Emily blushes even harder. "I'm... I'm not so sure," she says, hesitantly, though she relaxes a bit at the skirt, though she continues to blush at how sheer it is. "I... I don't think I want people, umm, staring. Or t-touching," she says, sliding one hand over her breasts to cover them, self-consciously, until Chess snaps her command. "Y-yes," she says, taking the clothing, what little there is, dressing, and trying to get it to cover as much of her skin as she can, shifting it and looking somewhat uncomfortable.