It's Gone

With a wave of your hands you banish her clothing to the void, Emma searching back and forth down the aisle for it.

Panic begins to set it, as she dashes down the aisle in just her skirt and stockings, one hand moving up to try and hold her breasts in position as she hunts. Clothing doesn't just vanish, it has to be around here somewhere.

She can't believe that she got so hot and horny she stripped at work and forgot where she'd left her clothes.

After five minutes of hunting, she begins to fear the worst. What if there's someone else here? Did someone see what she was doing and steal her clothes?