Find another goddess to strip

Djornella is the goddess of the forge, a sturdy and statuesque woman known for her legendary armor and her skill with a hammer. Very few ever get to see her without her armor. They're missing quite a lot.

You spy Djornella over by the lockers, methodically unscrewing and unfastening parts of her steel suit to prepare herself for her shower. She pops off a helmet to reveal perfect golden hair. The plates slowly fall away to reveal inch after inch of skin, painted throughout with red and blue shapes that you have no frame of reference for.

"Wow," says Daisy. "I didn't expect her to be so cute under all that."

"That's the fun of tough girls," you say. "There's always a soft, chewy center to look forward to once you get their clothes off."

You let the goddess get all the way down to her underwear. It's an enchanting sight: Her substantial musculature is packaged up in charmingly soft flesh that cuts an hourglass figure worthy of the most epic poetry. She's clearly trying to mitigate her girlishness in the butchest bra and panty set she could find, but even a deerhide boyshort and bra can't keep her body from advertising pure, feminine delight.

"Hi, Djornella!" you say, approaching the goddess.

Djornella yelps and grabs the nearest scrap of her armor, holding it awkwardly over her body.

"Hey, you shouldn't be in here!" she says.

"Yeah, but what're ya gonna do? Here's the thing: I need to undress goddesses so that I can tap into the power of their deific panties and gain the wherewithal to strip even more goddesses. Fortunately, I caught you out of your armor, and I'm pretty sure you don't have much of your power when separated from your armor and hammer."

She frowns down at her pile of armor.

"Get out now!" she shouts.

"I'll be stripping you naked now," you say. "There will be pictures taken, and spankings given. A lot of people will learn what your pussy looks like. How does that sound?"