(You certainly would, you sleek bitch!  Jill said to herself. She had been growing increasingly angry ever since Miss Ardent had joined them.  The dress the woman was wearing was long sleeved, high necked, and opaque - and covered nothing.  It was a knit fabric almost exactly the shade of her tanned skin and Jill was certain that skin was all there was under it - other than Miss Ardent, which was really quite a lot, in all departments.  The dress was ostentatiously modest compared with the extreme styles worn by many of the female half of the congregation, some of whom, in the snake dance, seemed about to jounce out of their clothes.