See, to me, this is the actual glamorous version of the Diana Barry special Allison wore the other day.
It’s less stuffy, more sexy. Where the other one was for skipping through the orchard and maybe churning some butter, this feels like the slinky thing you wear to con some local dude into picking your apples and churning your butter FOR you. Or something. I don’t know; maybe I just really want some butter.