Tyra

The mage hands float to the right, ready to have some fun with the unresponsive Tyra. They put down her glowing hammer, and with practiced teamwork as if they were a pair of hands belonging to the same body, the hands expertly work together to undo the series of buckles holding the front and back plates of Tyra's armor attached to her body. As the sections loudly clang to the floor they draw no response from the two dazzled women, and the mage hands waste no time pulling the gambeson shirt underneath it up over her head, followed by the next layer, a light shirt, peeling the armored dwarf down above the waist to just an (unexpectedly) frilly bra. As the various layers of clothing flop limply unto the floor, the mage hands expose their first prize: Dwarven women tend to be rather chesty, and Tyra's tits are certainly no exception. They wobble a little as they're exposed, looking awefully inviting as they roll down the front of Tyra's chest, and one mage hand is awefully eager to go in for a squeeze but it receives a quick slap from the other to remind it that there's some more work to be done down below.

The incorporeal hands have an easier time going at it below the waist, as Tyra's tunic slips off with little difficulty, and together they pull her panties down all the way to her ankles, exposing a bushy crotch of reddish hair down below.

In the space of just a few dozen seconds, Tyra went from heavily armored to being completely nude above her ankles. Her naked body is curvey, and though visibly muscular in places a somewhat chubby belly peaks out as well. After a few seconds to admire the sight of her lean, bare body, the mage hands scatter as the two women suddenly slump forward a little, shaking their heads from the effect of the stun. The contrast between the completely naked dwarf woman and the still fully dressed human is titilating in its own right. Another second or two, and Tyra lets out a loud unbecoming shriek that echoes down the hall. She stares down her unclothed chest for a moment, and drops down on all fours, fumbling between the discarded items of clothing for her holy symbol first of all before even pulling up her panties.

Diana snaps out of her stunned silence, ”Tyra, wh- what just happened! What happened to your garments?!”

“Avert yer eyes damnit! This is the kind of thing that usually happens to you, not me!” Tyra hurriedly puts on her bra and pulls her tunic back up, before shovelling the remainder of her clothes towards her. "Enough oggling back there, help me get my armor back on. I don't want to give some dungeon monster the same show you just got!"

A barely audible sound can be heard from a few feet behind, a slight suction of air like a cork being pulled from a flask: The mage hands just popped out of existence, their limited spell duration well spent.