Back when I was an affiliated pastor at St. Peter's, Manhattan, we had a professional dancer who sometimes led the procession on holidays. One Christmas Eve, she carried a bowl of incense and her graceful moves and leaps sent clouds of frankincense smoke down the aisles and around the altar. Now, I suppose if one were to focus on the revelatory diaphanosity of her body stocking and airy cape/cope, which in certain light displayed in gauzy, yet discernible detail those blessings with which the Blessed Virgin Mary nourished the Christ Child, one might be inclined to take offense.
However, in context - please note, in the context of that procession and service, attended by New Yorkers and a few New Jerseyans and residents of Connecticut, none but the most small-minded would have found anything wrong with her dress.
But take her picture, isolating it from the setting, music and movement; and you might have a perfume ad in Vogue.