Diana

The mage hands float to the left, ready to execute their wicked designs upon the paralyzed and unresponsive Diana. They relieve her of her longsword, and with practiced teamwork as if they were a pair of hands belonging to the same body, the hands work together to race through all the buttons on Diana’s blouse, and slip the garment off her shoulders. Before it’s even managed to hit the dungeonfloor, they’ve already unhooked the back of her plainlooking bra, which snaps free and jumps away from her chest like a rubber band being fired, causing her tits to wobble a bit as they are released from their cups. With no time to lose, the hands feverishly unbuckle Diana’s pants and push the baggy garment down to her ankles, followed swiftly by her panties, unveiling a cleanly shaven pussy.

In record time, Diana went from fully clothed to being completely naked above sock-level. After a few seconds to admire the sight of her lean, bare body, the mage hands scatter as the two women suddenly slump forward a little, shaking their heads from the effect of the stun. The contrast between the armored dwarf woman and the totally nude human is titilating in its own right. Another second or two, and Diana lets out a loud shriek that echoes down the hall, and she flails around in confusion, sinking down to grab her scattered garments.

”Dee, wh- what in the nine hells happened to you?!” asks a visibly flustered Tyra.

“I don’t know I felt lightheaded and then all my clothes were gone! What is this place, why do these things always happen to ME?!” Diana hurriedly pulls her pants back up, and turns her back at Tyra to avoid giving her more of a look at her breasts than she already has, as she reaches for her bra and blouse.

A barely audible sound can be heard from a few feet behind, a slight suction of air like a cork being pulled from a flask: The mage hands just popped out of existence, their limited spell well duration spent.