No more clothes

“esruC uoy ,nagitroV yam enoyreve ees uoy rof eht eurt mrof uoy era. teL on htolc reve eb elba ot edih uoy.” Morgana said as she hissed each phrase, holding her staff up to Vortigan.

Vortigan rolled his eyes unaware that his clothes were beginning to vanish as he laid there. One by one his robes, his tunic, his pants, his underclothes all vanished.

Vortigan laid naked sprawled out, hands behind his head. Morgana smiled as she gazed downward. “Now you may leave,” Vortigan said. “Respect the man of the house and leave.”

Morgana burst out laughing unable to hold herself as Vortigan remained blissfully unaware of his predicament. Morgana found herself torn on whether to call him out or let him figure out his situation on his own.