With her claws

She moved to unbuckle her belt. But a thought made her pause. To use her hands....like some "civilised" humanoid...it was distasteful. If one were to trap a Kath Hound in clothing, this is not how they would free themselves. She unsheathed the claws on her fingertips. She grabbed a fistful of robe, heart beating in excitement of freedom.

Slash

She gasped with pleasure. The breeze softly brushed against her bared stomach. She could feel a tingling sensation. Already she knew she wanted more.

Slash

Slash

She sighed with happiness as more and more of her body escape the confines of these wretched, hateful bindings.

She tore her belt from her hips

She pulled her boots from her feet.

The tattered remains of her jumpsuit fluttered to the ground.

With snarling fury, she grabbed at her underwear and wrenched it from her body.

She ran her hands over her bare thighs.

She rubbed her fingers against her naked breasts.

She firmly squeezed her exposed backside.

She was free.

She was naked.