Reminds me of a true story. My late grandfather was a soldier in the Middle East in WWII. When Victory in Europe Day came he was a senior warrant officer at a camp on the Persian Gulf. It was a hot day and night so much that after my grandfather led all the men in a conga to a regimental song tune, he went to bed at his quarter in the altogether. A short time later another soldier shook him out of sleep and persuaded him to "lead us in another conga around the perimeter", which he agreed on condition of getting "properly dressed". It was only when he got back to his quarter he realised all he had put on was a tie! He had been leading a conga around the camp on what was still a hot dark night starkers! (His wife my grandmother was unfortunately in England so no women got to see it.)