Let's be honest. When it comes to grace and sensuality, nothing - absolutely nothing - can dethrone the dress, except perhaps no dress at all. And yet...When this essentially feminine privilege is cast in a fabric that moves with the curves, that becomes on with the skin, that caresses the body, sways as it moves, does the effect created even need to be put in words? The tunic kind of plays that card too, while maintaining a little distance. It does so by ensuring movement choreographed by charming timidity.