I'll vanish her clothes (Pink Trigger)

Ah... You've always loved stealing other people's things, haven't you, you cheeky demon? We'll see how you feel when you're on the other side of the Finder's Keepers rule. I drew two circles in the air before me with my fingers... from there, two pink portals, each just a bit wider than the circumference of each of my hands, appeared floating. I plunged each hand inside, so that my arms disappeared up to the elbows. It was an odd sensation, but I soon got the hang of it.

Watching Gaap in the distance, I angled my pinching fingers about her. That's right, Gaap... pay no mind to me. Focus on your battle.

Grr... it's too difficult. This was like trying to catch a fast-moving bug with a pair of tweezers. I need to take another risk. Frowning, I summoned another portal above me, then stuck my head inside. From a distance, I'd look like a truly macabre corpse with the hands and head amputated, but I was quite fine. I'd simply summoned my head a bit closer to Gaap's body.

Ah... A splendid view, if a bit difficult to follow. Now, we begin the real operation. Using my hands, I reached out to pinch at Gaap's outfit. At first, I was testing, or perhaps just teasing. I pinched the bow at the collar of her shirt and yanked until it became a loose ribbon. I used the tips of two fingers to flick that cute hat off the top of her head. I tried unlacing a few rungs of the black, licorice-like strings tying the thing together down the front. This is fun... I could spend a while doing this, if I didn't know my time was so limited.

Finally, I moved on to actions that would be harder to put down to George's misplaced kicks. I grabbed those ribbons securing the dress at the side and yanked them free, so that her dress began to flap in the wind. While she reacted to that, I summoned up my Pink Trigger pistol at the other portal and loaded a bullet. Type 1: Anti-Vestment Bullet! I fired, destroying large swaths of her dress all at once. The thing was basically ruined, but why stopped? I blasted until I'd used up all bullets in the chamber, shredding more and more of that oh-so-fashionable red cloth, until she was left stark naked, besides those cute striped stockings and just a bit of the collar around her neck.

Gaap was gorgeous in her nakedness... She stood, rolling one hand at George, not covering a thing... I could see the trendy, heart-shaped grooming of her pussy, as gloriously blond as her own hair, misplaced in Japanese society. I could see the curve of her buttocks, full and round, from this angle. Her hourglass figure... those heavy breasts with perky, pink nipples... That smooth belly... Those armpits... Well, I can always see those, thanks to her odd fashion sense. I drank in every detail as she continued to give George some sort of tongue-lashing. While one hand was busy gesturing the other was...

Oh dear. It's actually gone. She's done just as I did, hiding it inside a portal.

Shit! It's at my neck!

I attempted to pull my head back inside the portal, but it was no use... she was dragging me out of my own portal! No, dammit, it's not big enough! Should I widen it? I can't shrink it or I'll just decapitate myself.

The disembodied head and hand floating there must have made for a seriously strange scene as we enacted a game of tug-of-war. In the end, she realized she didn't really need me. I felt myself lose consciousness as she stopped trying to pull and instead just whacked me again and again against the garden's iron fence post. In the end, I probably did become a very gruesome corpse.

Key to the success of Gaap's magic is that she's never seen when she's thieving. That's another lesson from the demons, I suppose.