She unties his pyjamas chord and allowing his pyjamas to fall around his feet. Now, here's your trousers. Would you like to get dressed. Cyril stands with is pajama bottoms around his ankle. There is a high pitched ringing sound.
Time is still.
The most exalted one stood only fifteen paces from me. Humiliated and made to look foolish, we were to be inspected. Standing there without our trousers and barely a top to cover ourselves, we were prepared like Sunday's dinner for the salivating conqueror. Heinrich Himmler, Gestapo chief, was paying us a visit. And here we were set up to conform to his expectations.