Yes

Futaba snapped her fingers, and Sae yawned, stretched, and blinked rapidly...before realizing what was going on.

"What the hell?" she asked, seeing the show Futaba had prepared around her. "Futaba, did you do this?"

"Strip naked and I'll teellll yooou!" Futaba said in a singsong voice.

"As if I'd ever--wait..." Sae said as her body began to take of the suit she wore against her will.

"Hmm, a bit too vanilla," Futaba said. "Make it sexier?"

Sae began to do a sexy, if a bit generic, dance, her hips swaying as she worked her way out of her tight pants.

"Futaba, I don't know what you did but if you don't let go of me and Makoto--" Sae growled, even as her hands worked their way behind her back to unclasp her bra.

Futaba didn't really listen. She was too busy snickering.