Train your replacement

There's an elf girl who goes by Tom who recently joined the academy. Her fetish hasn't fully blossomed yet, but rumor has it that she's been showing a bit of a fixation on the bras of other girls. She'd make a great apprentice.

You find Tom just outside the girls' locker room, where she's been cornered by a trio of girls in black, spike-studded clothes and punk hairdos. A shapely half-orc has her pinned up against the wall while a human and a horn-headed half-demon laugh in support of her every joke. Apparently the humorous topic of the day is how they caught Tom watching them in the locker room, and how her breasts are so small that she still wears undershirts instead of bras.

Tom herself is a very cute girl, with olive skin, chestnut hair down to her chin, and a very petite body. She dresses up this body in a tiny pair of shorts, a jersey, and a backwards cap. The half-orc girl currently has a fistful of her shorts in a way that's flashing a lot of Tom's little ass cheeks to passersby, as well as making Tom very uncomfortable.

Then you yank the half-orc girl's pants down.

"Lesson number one," you say, taking the offending girl by the panties. "See how these ladies clearly wrap up a lot of their identity in their clothes? You strip them of their clothes, and they lose their power to bully you. Observe..."

You pull the three girls into a brawl, sending scrap after scrap of clothing flying. Soon you have all three of them hogtied, stripped down to nothing but their bras.

Tom, nervous for her own modesty, tries to slip away unnoticed while picking her shorts out of her ass. Daisy is on hand to grab her by the back of the panties.

"Ain't they pretty?" you say, presenting Tom with her near-naked tormenters. "Go on: Let's see you relieve them of their boobie-hammocks."