It was warm. I unbuttoned my coat. She took hers off, and kept on taking things off, even her jeans, which made me twitch a little. Geraurd appeared to take no notice. She slid on a pair of light training pants, with no acknowledgment that she had done anything unusual. She bent to knot the strings around her ankles. Above, a tank top fit smoothly over her curves in a manner that, again, I found very distracting. Her arms were bare, and so were her feet.
She bowed, and Geraurd bowed back, not quite so deeply. Then she stepped onto the mat.
"You are tense," Geraurd said. "You move well. Most people move like drunk, pregnant cows." He smiled lightly. "You move like a normal cow. But still too tense."
The whole book is not, in fact, about what this person is wearing today.