Accidentally, and too late

Claudia couldn't help the nervous shriek she made as her fingers undid the clasp at the back of her bra. Eyes wide, she frantically tried to urge herself to hold her bra up, to keep her chest covered.

For a moment she thought she'd succeeded as her hands moved around the front, pressing against the cups. But then-

"Ah!"

She leant forwards, and pulled her bra off cups-first, the straps slipping down her arms as she flushed crimson.

"Artie! A little help?!" Claudia said, panicked and mortified that her 'boss' was seeing so much of her.

"I don't- uh, uhh, you weren't going past row twelve today were you?"

"No!" Claudia shrieked, feeling with dread her hands discard the bra and move back.

Oh god, she was still stripping, and all she had left was her panties. No amount of desperation stopped her hands from moving.

Wait, could she-

She didn't know whether or not to be relieved that she still had the ability to turn around. Apparently her body was still hers so long as she didn't try to keep her clothes on; then again it wasn't like she could run if her panties were about to be around her ankles.

"Did you, uh, touch a showerhead, mimic a pose in a portrait-"

"No, no, why would I-"

"Eat anything?"

"Artie, I'm not stupid, of course I didn't- ahh!"

And with that she pulled her panties down, whimpering, and bending over to push her ass out. Mortified, she stared straight down at the floor and tried to forget that Artie was right behind her, right-

The moment she stepped out of her panties Claudia tried to run; in her haste she stumbled, knocking into a shelf and tripping over a wire; all at once the music player was unplugged, and she tripped, falling backwards.

She managed to catch herself, arms flailing behind herself, but as one final indignity she bared her pussy to her boss for a humiliating few seconds.

Desperately she stumbled, trying to get back to her feet, crossing one arm over her chest and blushing furiously as she tried to hide her pussy again.

Oh god, oh god-

She grabbed for her jacket, still hanging up, holding it in front of her naked body. She looked over it pleadingly at Artie; he meanwhile frowned.

"Hey! Less staring, more helping!" Claudia said.

"You- you don't want to put that jacket down?"

"Why would I-"

"You couldn't keep it on before," Artie said. "I- ...it might have run its course. You couldn't take anything more off."

"What?"

"Try putting, uh, something on," he said.

Claudia hesitated. As soon as Artie turned his back she crouched, hurriedly reaching for her panties. Quickly she tugged them up her legs, breathing a sigh of relief to feel her ass and her cunt covered again.

And at that, Artie turned, seeing her now-uncovered tits. Claudia shrieked, crossing her arms again.

"S-sorry, uh, sorry," Artie said, turning around again. "But it... are you ok?"

"Y-yeah," Claudia said, her cheeks still bright red.

She hurried to pull the rest of her clothes closer, fumbling to get back into each.

"It might be... perhaps a low grade dreamstone," Artie said. "Public nudity nightmares are common, if it was charged with one then it makes someone go through a similar experience once, then wears off."

"I-it's over?" Claudia said.

"Does seem to be," Artie said. "Though I could always test, or we could retrace your steps, neutralise everything that could cause this."

"N-no way am I going near those artifacts again," Claudia said, cheeks reddening again. "And you're not going to tell anyone about this. Anyone. Ever. Ok?"

"It might still be prudent to make sure it was the dreamstone, if it wasn't and whatever it was is still in effect-"

She might take off her clothes again. Oh god; but that didn't make it any more of an appealing thought to head back in among the artifacts that had just made her expose herself.