No, no, shorter!

"Wh- how did you- how dare you!!" she sputters, folding her arms over her exposed stomach.

"I heard it's all the rage in the capitol these days," you shrug, "I'm merely helping you look fashionable for the local townsfolk."

"Th- that's a load of bull! This isn't fashion!" she complains. She takes another step towards you and clenches her fists.

"Mhm, I guess you're right. But in my defence it was my first try, I'll do better next time." You hold up the scissors, and time obeys your whims and pauses. You go over and begin cutting away at the remaining fabric, cutting and tearing off strips of cloth like an overzealous gardener trimming a hedge. Snippets of linnen begin fluttering down as you work, the movement of the shreds becoming sluggish and then stopping completely midair as they drop out of your 'work area'. As you circumnavigate her thighs and remove one of the pantslegs you're met with quite an alluring sight, as the suspenders of her stockings hove into view. Someone's being a naughty dresser, hm? By the time you're done with your scissors her pants only barely cover her undies at all, and her shirt has receded to up above her bosom, permitting a view of her cleavage.

You withdraw, and time resumes. The knight's yelp from a few seconds prior is echoed by a more embarrassed shriek, and she throws her arms up in surprise, before immediately bringing them down to cover her increasingly exposed body. And what a body indeed. Her belligerence is rapidly disappearing as she is instead grappling with her losing battle to retain her modesty.