"Hi, all!" you declare, "and welcome to the Welcome Back, Raider party! You're standing now in what was once the WAR Saferoom, where the girls of WAR used to run to hide their cute little bodies from Raider. Obviously, since the secret is out now, we'll be converting this space to the Library of Panty Raiding and Female Nudity. If you'll direct your attention to the back of the room, you'll see our first exhibit commemorating the humiliation of the Order of the Hooded Eye!"
Raider stands at the back of the room, his arm around the waist of Yiantra. He pulls a sheet off of a mannequin of Abbi wearing the panties that were won off of her. An exceedingly lifelike mannequin, this exhibit crosses her arms and screams every time her panties are pulled down. You'd almost think it were the genuine article if Abbi herself wasn't currently sitting in a girl-sized birdcage, trying to keep her body hidden.
Yiantra, meanwhile, is looking fairly nervous. Though Raider is being perfectly friendly, you've led her to believe that her naked punishment could happen at any moment. She applauds the presentation, eager to do anything she can to be agreeable towards Raider in the hopes that he'll spare her gossamer elven dress. In truth, you're not even sure he's planning on punishing her at all.
"Eat, drink, and oogle all you like!" you say, throwing out your arms. "Lesbians, you are free again to kiss your girlfriends and check out the butts of your fellow females! Tomboys, you are free again to dress as you like (or at least you will be as soon as Raider figures out how to turn off the strip miner; sorry about that). Raider loves all of you, and as long as he's around, your freedom from tyranny and clothing is assured!"
A cheer rises up throughout the room.
"We'll be starting the floor show in just a few minutes. I, personally, shall be wrestling each member of the Order in nothing but a thick layer of molasses. Loser of each round gets spanked by a lucky winner from the guests, so hang on to your lottery ticket!"
When you step down from making your announcement, you are immediately approached by Jennifer, who is followed by Hanna, Isadora, and Macey. All four are hunched up, one hand awkwardly clutching two tiny boobs, and the other between her legs.
"What's shakin', girls?" you say, grinning at them.
Jennifer frowns at you. "You've had your fun, you've taken away our hideout, you've shown me to all of my students, and you made the girls humiliate themselves about as much as anyone's ever been humiliated. Can we please get some clothes now?"
"You can get dressed once the strip miner burns itself out," you say. "Not much we can do until then, honestly."
"Not much we can do after that, either," says Jennifer. "This whole ordeal has been very, uh, taxing on our wardrobes."
"We're out of clothes!" says Hanna. "Everyone in WAR is!"
You laugh. "Oh, that's funny!"
"It's not funny!" says Macey. "It's going to take a week for another shipment to come in, unless we're willing to pay Julia's prices!"
"And Julia's price is always really embarrassing for us WAR girls!" says Isadora.
"Sounds like a 'you' problem," you say.
"Look," says Jennifer, "I know that Raider still has a bunch of those ballerina singlets. They're not great, but they're better than running around naked. Any chance you can talk him into giving them to the girls?"
"Probably! That would be hilarious! But you'll have to ask him right."
Jennifer exchanges nervous glances with her girls. "What do you mean?"
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