There is usually a towelling robe. Sometimes fluffy, occasionally waffled, but always presented to me, in an attempt to protect some 'modesty' that no longer exists within me, and hasn't for quite a long time.
'Would you like this?' a red-faced human will ask, noting that I am not wearing any clothes. At first, I received these gifts gratefully. The thought of walking almost naked through a TV studio or a vast events centre leaving me uncharacteristically bashful, not to mention a little cold.
But now I am so thoroughly used to standing in public in my pants and bra that I always turn down the robe. Politely, of course. After all, I wouldn't want anyone to think I was rude.
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