Hear out another request first.

"Scuse me," one of the other boys pipes up. "If you're takin' requests, can I 'ave a go, like?"

"Why not? As long as it doesn't take too long. I have an entire skyball team to undress."

"I was thinkin' that one over there." The boy points to a skinny woman in a black dress, with dark eyeliner and a sarcastic smirk on her face. She's leaning up against a wall, just another face in the crowd, watching Sammie kick and squeal with self-satisfied amusement. "Can you make 'er naked, like?"

"Sure. Why her?"

"That's Tamsie. I live next door to 'er and she's always mean to me. Gave me a kick once when I weren't even doin' nothin', like, just scroungin' round on the street with me mates. And I tried to peek in 'er window once to see if she were changin', because I do think she's pretty, like, and she threw 'alf a brick at me. I was just 'avin' a bit o' fun, like."

"Say no more." You snap your fingers and Tamsie is spirited across the street to stand in front of the boy. Actually, you picked her up and moved her, but nobody needs to know that. "Tamsie, I think this bright young lad has something to say to you."

"What? What's going on? You... you're that little perv from next door. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Tamsie," the boy says, gravely, "I think you're mean, an' you deserve to be punished."

Tamsie folds her arms and looks down her nose at him. "I should give you a smack for saying that to me. What are you going to do, perv?"

"I'm goin' to take your clothes off," the boy says, "and then I'm goin' to look at you all I want, and so will everyone else. And then you'll wish you ain't thrown 'alf a brick at me.

"I... what? You're going to... wait..."

Tamsie glances at Sammie, mentally putting two and two together. Before she has time to make a decision, the boy snaps his fingers. Right away Tamsie's dress slips off her shoulders and puddles around her ankles, leaving her standing before him with nothing but skimpy black underwear to cover her small tits and perky, heart-shaped bottom. She shrieks, hands flying to cover her body, as a blush springs to her pale cheeks.

"Dance for me," suggests the boy.

"Give me back my clothes back now, you creep!"

"Do an underpants dance. Do it or I'll make you naked."

"No!"

The boy snaps his fingers again and Tamsie's bra comes unsnapped, joining her dress on the floor. She snatches at it, cupping her breasts with one hand, giving you a glimpse of one cherry-dark nipple, but it slithers through her fingers. She kneels to try and gather up her clothes but somehow they keep slipping through her hands. Then they're gone, vanished, into thin air.

"Dance," says the boy.

"How the hell are you doing this?"

"Want to lose your panties?"

"N-no..."

"Dance, then."

You are treated to the spectacle of sexy goth Tamsie giving you an awkward shimmy, swaying her hips and wiggling back and worth while still trying to keep her breasts as concealed as possible. At the boy's urging she's compelled to lace her fingers together behind her neck and spin in a slow circle, letting you see her slim body from every angle as she turns. From the expression on her face you can tell she knows you're looking, and hates it, but there's nothing she can do about it.

As she turns her back to the boy he grabs her panties and pulls them down around her ankles, revealing her ass and the thick tangle of black hair between her legs. She shrieks and wheel round, raising a hand to slap the boy as hard as she can. You can't have that. Suddenly her hands are bound together behind her back, fixed with her own bra. She stumbles forward, panties tangled around her ankles, and almost falls onto the boy. He steps aside, giving her ass a firm slap as she totters a few small steps.

"Naughty girl," he says disapprovingly. "Don't you like bein' naked, Tamsie?"

"Let me go, you little prick!"

"Bet you wish you'd let me spy on you now."