Hang on a minute

Dana opened her mouth, intending to explain how she had ended up like this. She had been wearing her thong one second, and then it was gone. It was hard to be coherent in her state, and on top of that the story was frankly unbelievable.

Just as she was about to speak, she stopped. A thought had entered her mind. Something wasn't right.

"W-wait. How do you know exactly what I was wearing?", she asked.

The man let out a small laugh. He reached into his suit pocket, as if searching for something. After a few moments, he found what he was looking for.