Vanish her wardrobe

Teleporting into Milly Alcock’s hotel room, you hear the water running in the shower. Perfect timing. You peek inside her wardrobe, finding more outfits than you even own. With a flick of your wrist, the wardrobe is empty. Whistling, the Aussie actress wandered out of the washroom with just a towel. She didn’t seem that concerned with getting dressed, nor the man in the corner of her room. The latter because you had gone to the effort of making yourself invisible.

After a while of scrolling on her phone, she found what she wanted and opened her towel. Her hand slid down across her tits and began to massage her pussy. On the screen were two women in a sixty-nine which really seemed to excite Milly. Her breath became ragged. Suddenly a knock on the door came. She looked as though she’d almost had a heart attack.

“Shit!” She cursed and flung herself out of bed. Her knees were still weak and juices dripped between her legs. She checked the peephole, then cracked the door open. “Hey, E-Emily… I’ll be out-“

The visitor pushed through the door, into the room. It was Emily Carey, Milly’s co-star and apparent crush if your mind reading was any good. Milly was mortified to be caught naked by her crush, trying her best to cover herself. “Jesus, Milly, we’ve got an interview in half an hour, we’ve gotta leave now. Quit jilling and get dressed.”

“Okay, okay…! I will.” She blushed heavily, waddling over to her wardrobe. “Huh…?” Her face went pale. “Where the hell are my clothes?”

“Dammit Milly, we don’t have time for this.” Emily sighed.

“No, seriously. My clothes are gone.”

“Oh… shit, okay. Uh, I’ll grab you something… back in my room.” She mumbled, dashing out. Milly’s heart was racing. Not only because she was stuck naked, but also because she was about to get in Emily Carey’s pants, in a way.