This is why I love vintage shops.
My stress-inducing quest for a black-tie-worthy gala dress was solved rather handily by walking into a consignment store and seeing something bronzy and bias-cut and 100% silk and, most importantly, floor-length hanging on the rack next to the door.
It fit wondrously. And was 50% off, on top of being massively cheap in the first place.
My workplace dignity, it seems, can be maintained for about $70.