The Quantum Device

"Allow me to introduce our unfortunate guest of honor," Chagrin continued, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Paloma from MI6, who thought she could outsmart me." The crowd murmured, their curiosity piqued by the sudden turn of events.

Shit, Palmoa thought. So much for her cover. her hand instinctively went for her gun, but before she could draw it, Chagrin activated the quantum device in his hand.

With a snap of his fingers, the air around her shimmered and her dress dissipated into nothingness. Her mask and gadgets followed, along with her high heels, leaving her naked and **** before the leering gazes of Chagrin's associates. The room fell silent, a sea of masked faces staring at her exposed flesh. The cold air of the hall kissed her skin, sending goosebumps along her bare arms and legs. She gasped, crossing her arms over her large breasts. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Chagrin held up the device, the very technology she had come to retrieve, and waved it before her.

"This is the power of quantum. It can strip away anything inorganic, even the illusion of your so-called 'invisibility'. And now, my dear Paloma, you will perform for your audience. Dance, or I'll leave you with nothing but your dignity." He cackled, the sound echoing through the hall.