Strip Lois of her clothes

Smith stares into Lois’ eyes, watching with glee as he gives his men their orders. “...since Ms. Lane seems to enjoy exposing people, perhaps it’s time we showed her the same courtesy and exposed her. Take off her clothes.” Lois’ eyes go wide, “Wait! Stop!” she yells, but with her hands tied behind her back she is unable to stop the men from surrounding her.

Her white button up blouse is ripped open almost immediately, with buttons flying all over the place as they are snapped off. Strong hands grab the hem of her black miniskirt and tear it around her waist. “L-let me go!” Lois cries, “Superman w—“ she shuts up very quickly as her bra is torn off her body, exposing her c-cup breasts to everyone in the room. With the way her hands are tied she is unable to even try to cover herself. Her panties are pulled down to her ankles from someone standing behind her, revealing everything to Smith and all of his men.

Smith’s eyes trail down Lois’ body, from her perky breasts down to her trimmed bush. He walks around her in a complete circle, silently, before he finally speaks. “Well” he begins, “I have to say Ms. Lane I do see what Superman sees in you” Smith tells her. Lois stares into Smith’s eyes with an angry look in hers, “you will regret this” she says with venom in her voice, “you won’t get away with this.” Smith chuckles, “well Ms. Lane...I believe I will.”