As Karl walked towards the door, Ossario swept in front of him like a velvet curtain, blocking his path with dramatic flair.
"Ah-ah! No, no, no, mio signore! You do not get to parade around in that... that horrifying disgrace you call a robe!" Ossario declared, his synthesized voice firm. With a flourish of his bony hand, the door shut behind them — click! — like the closing of a stage curtain. In one swift motion, Ossario ripped off Karl's tattered robe, letting it fall to the floor like a shed illusion.
Karl, surprised, covered his bony pelvis with both hands.
Ossario chuckled dryly. "Relax, my lord. That's why I closed the door — so you can preserve what little modesty a skeleton has. Even bones deserve dignity. It's all in the presentation, capisce?"
