Oh no I have fallen into a very cunningly constructed outrage trap from someone who might very well have been there, if some reports are to be believed, and who was utterly fascinated by the generous bosoms that God saw fit to grant me. Whatever can I possibly do now that I am so thoroughly coated in shame ? Oh that’s right. Nothing.
Anyway, I wasn’t nude I was wearing shoes, which is perfectly acceptable partywear in my culture.
And I wasn’t behaving indecently either, I had one or two drinks, did a bit of dancing, and that was it. No indecency.