take my clothes back

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

"You wouldn't dare. You don't have the str-"

Elizabeth's voice left her, and all she managed was stunned silence. There had been a flicker of blue light from Fuuka, more specifically the book she had 'borrowed', then Elizabeth was naked... and Fuuka was not. Simple as that, Fuuka had taken her clothes back!

"H, how dare you, give those ba-"

"Ah ah ah." Fuuka smiled, feeling quite emboldened by her possession of the Grimoire... and admittedly light-headed with bliss considering what had just happened. "I think you've had quite enough fun, and I do believe it is my turn. So... firstly..."

Fuuka smiled sweetly as she stared over the again-stripped attendant. A snap of her fingers, and time moved back ten minutes. All the class' memories of Fuuka's actions? Gone.

"That's the most important part. Oh, but I haven't forgotten you! First we'll make it interesting..."

Elizabeth's eyes widened in horror, since Fuuka's next snap caused...