Plate Armor → Torn Cloth

Does a guardian angel need armor to do her job? Especially if her job involves being a horny slut for her charge? Maybe... but probably not, so I decide to up the sexy-factor by replacing Arma's 'Plate Armor' with 'Torn Cloth.'

Arma's knees slide closed, hiding her bare pussy from view as her greaves turn into a pair of white sandals and she lifts higher off of her knees. Half of her skirt tears itself off and falls loose by her ankles, while her armored corset warps and shifts until it's a thin strip of cloth tied together as an ad-hoc bra. This doesn't seem to shame the angelic former-princess in the slightest, as she raises one hand to her chest and gives a small, playful smile. Her other hand - now bare like its counterpart and most of Arma's torso in general - slides down onto her thigh. Her braids come undone, and her halo-tiara... becomes an actual glowing halo.

Which is pink, because of course it is.

Despite her mode of dress, Arma looks more... anticipatory, than embarrassed or distressed. And as nice as the armor looked, there's just 'something' about how disheveled she seems now that, when mixed with apparent lack of distress, is much more appealing.

I think this went well, but now what?

(viewer's servant angel, guardian sex-angel, blonde bimbo hair, braided hair, horny perverted mindset, tilted head, one hand forward, kneeling forward on one knee, torn cloth, modest skirt, heart-shaped halo, inside a castle hallway, acting like a complete degenerate)