About playing for a dance at a nudist camp...
In the 1980s I was booked with a band to play the New Year's Eve dance at a naturist camp on the Wollondilly River near here. We went into a huddle before the show started and decided to start out clothed and peel off if we thought it politic later..
Our fears were allayed as only one chap came along in the altogether and in retrospect I realised it is one thing to commune with Nature starkers and quite a different thing to socialise and dance.

Off on a tangent.. There was a well-known jazz band booked for a society wedding and the best man paid them extra to perform naked as the wedding was to have bride, groom and guests dressed similarly. They were ready to start. Up went the curtain. The room was full of society belles in their finery and their partners in penguin suits. What a great practical joke!