"Another thing to add to our list, although I have a few spares that would fit you." The kilts are a bit one size fits most, after all.

She sets the tart down, since he's still holding her other hand to his chest. She reaches for the pin at her left shoulder holding the chiton in place. Dexterous fingers work the pin loose, and the fabric falls away, leaving her breast and part of her belly bare as the 'front' on that side pools in her lap.