And here it is.
Day 4; Cycle one
The door swung open, and Chloe hugged the covers to her chest. The grey haired man from the night before entered with a silver platter and Chloe remembered the previous night. She looked at him, and he opened his lid. The dish contained… not anything Chloe was expecting. It was linen clothing, steaming with heat.
“It is your size, youth.” He spoke plainly.
She took the clothes, and the man left, apparently expecting her to change. The clothes were black, with a white undershirt and pants. She put on the underwear, and then the over shirt and trousers. They were her size, touching her curves, but not constricting her movement.