Order her to strip

What's the old saying again? 'Strip a man, but order a woman to strip herself'? It's a piece of military wisdom apparently, to better break the will of a captive. Depriving men of control, depriving women of dignity. You figure it'll suit you just as well.

You lean expectantly on the confiscated staff, and smirk: "Strip"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Strip and I'll allow you to leave with your clothes, and this staff."

She gulps, but you can see her weighing her options as she glances at the other two naked elves, holding their sheets.

Finally, she reaches down for her dress, and starts pulling it off over her head. She takes off the dress with agonizing slowness and hesitation, as if the silky fabric had the weight of a pile of bricks. Eventually, she slides it off and drops it at her feet. You immediately zip by and pick it up - some leverage to ensure she can't back out. She's left standing in her underwear, awkwardly placing her arms across her torso. You take a good long look at her undergarments - first her garterbelt and thong, and then up to her bra which barely contains an amazing set of boobs.

Wordlessly, you indicate you're waiting for her to continue. She's ****, but eventually gives in and reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra. As soon as she undoes the clasp, her bra is allowed to shift, and her tits to sag down a little. Gingerly, she moves her hands towards the front and slides the straps off her shoulders with one hand while holding the bra with the other, and then slips the bra out underneath while covering her breasts with her hands, and you grab her bra from the floor too. She blushes profusely at this indignity, but she knows she doesn't really have a choice.