Remove most of her clothes

With an angry huff, the knight charges at you. Your mind is hard at work considering all the many titillating possibilities presented to you, and you get moving, eager to see one of your ideas come to fruition. You go up to her, seeing her move with nearly imperceptible slowness in relation to your own superspeed. You look at her face as you approach her; her cheecks are flush with what you're certain is both anger and hot-red embarrassment. You crack your fingers, and then set to work relieving her of almost all of her clothes in one go.

Her belt and heraldic loincloth, the gambeson shirt, even her pants, you spare none. You decide you're going to put most of the plate armor on her arms and legs back in place though, for the spectacularly kinky sight. You've already taken her bra, but you see that underneath her woolen pants she's wearing a garterbelt and stockings, over her panties: all in the same black lace material. The straps of her garter are fastened over her panties. That's the more prudish choice, as pulling the straps underneath the panties is considered naughty because that makes them easier to remove. That's not about to stop you though, and you undo the suspenders in order to get to the panties. As you dig your fingers into the waistband of the panties you reflect how wearing a garter is sorta naughty regardless of what order you put them on.

With the straps loose, you can pull the panties off, after which you remove the garterbelt and stockings. After putting her armor back in place you take a few steps back, moving towards the bench you had been sitting on in order to deposit all the clothes you just took, and cock your head a little as you admire your artistry. She's in a charging pose, sword held to strike, but all she is now wearing is the plate armor covering her arms and legs. From upper thigh, to her crotch, to her stomach, and finally up to her breasts she's a tableau of smooth, bare skin.

You step aside to allow her to charge at nothing, and permit time to flow at a natural pace. She runs forward a few more paces, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably with every step, but she quickly realizes her state of near-total undress. She quickly comes to a halt and drops her sword in the process as she tries to cover herself in a fullfledged panic. One armored hand ends up covering her crotch, the other cupping a breast and covering the other with her arm.

"What is this?! How are you doing this?!" She squeels at you. You just grin.

"Put my clothes back!" the naked knight demands