Scully tours the property

Scully flashed her badge. "I'm Special Agent Dana Scully with the FBI. I've been investigating a series of... unusual events, and I have reason to believe your group is involved." She placed the necklace on the desk, the eye glinting in the soft light.

Eckhart's eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "What makes you say that?"

"All the women who've experienced this phenomenon are members of your collective."

"Coincidences abound in this world, Agent Scully. Our group seeks only to free souls from the constraints of their material existence."

Scully's skepticism grew, her instincts honed by years of chasing the unexplained. "And what does that have to do with their clothes disappearing?"

Eckhart leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "Sometimes, in the pursuit of truth, one must strip away the layers that obscure it."

The tension in the room grew as Scully felt the necklace's warmth spread through her body, a sensation that was both comforting and disquieting. She needed answers, and she was determined to get them.

"Mr. Eckhart, I'd like to see the rest of the property," she said firmly, her hand lingering over the gun at her hip.

He shrugged, his eyes never leaving hers.

"As you wish." He stood and led her through a maze of corridors, the walls adorned with symbols that seemed to pulse with an eerie glow. Scully immediately dismissed this as some effect to impress the devotees.

As they walked, Scully couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched—not just by Eckhart, but by something else. Something unseen. The air grew thick with anticipation, and she could almost taste the secrets that clung to the shadows.

They emerged into a courtyard, where a group of women in similar robes were performing a strange dance. The air was electric, charged with an energy that made the hairs on Scully's neck stand on end. Her hand tightened around the necklace, her pulse racing.

Without warning, her clothes disappeared. The fabric of her professional armor melted away, leaving her bare and exposed. She gasped, her cheeks flushing with shock and anger.

"What the hell is this?" Scully yelped, slapping her hands over her pale, small body.

She instantly felt incredibly exposed, and all her power in the situation evaporated.

Eckhart turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

"A demonstration, Agent Scully. A taste of what true freedom feels like."