They tie their hands to render them defenceless

Rather than rushing to quickly disrobe the paralyzed ladies, it would seem the mage hands have a slightly different idea. They swoosh over to a hidden alcove and produce some rope they have squirreled away just for these kinds of occassions.

Working in tandem like an experienced team, they pull Diana’s arms behind her back and start wrapping the rope around her wrists, finishing with a tightly bound knot. They then take the other end of the rope and repeat the process with Tyra’s hands. All the while the women make no move to resist, stunned as they are.

Once finished, the hands take the little bit of time remaining to cooperate in unbuckling Diana’s belt, before both women suddenly lurch forwards and shake off the stun. Almost immediately they feel their hands tightly bound behind their backs, and let out cries of surprise.

”What in the nine hells..?!”

As they begin to wriggle with their bonds, their surprise is compounded. Diana feels a tugging and looks down at her chest, only to watch in horror as a spectral **** undoes the top button of her blouse, and starts working on the next one. Tyra notices something pulling at her waist, and slowly but inexorably her tunic starts to slip down across her buttocks.

”Some kind of - hng - **** projection, uhng! Tyra, Dispel it!” Diana grunts, as she tries shaking off the mage hand.