It's the event of the season. You've gotten dressed up in a gorgeous new dress that mixes modesty with allure in new and fascinating ways. You're excited, you've got a date with the most wonderful person, all in all it's looking to be a great night. Then, in the middle of a dance with your new beau, your dress gets caught on something, and it just rips clean off, leaving you naked but for your underwear, and it takes just a few seconds for everyone to turn to look at you. Your date is just staring in silence rather than doing anything to help, and you can't really cover enough to deal with it. You feel tiny and alone in a crowd of gawkers. Trigger.