"...with NO CLOTHES ON!"

Susie, finding herself utterly and completely stark bare naked on a brightly-lit stage in front of pretty much every single person she'd ever known in her life, all of them laughing their heads off and pointing out that she was nude in unmistakably coarse terms, did the only possible thing that a pretty nineteen-year-old girl could possibly do under the circumstances.

First, she blushed bright red, threw one hand over her small pink-nippled breasts and the other over her pretty shell-pink neatly-groomed pussy, and "EEEEEEEEEEK!"ed as loud as she possibly could. Then she turned and sprinted for the safety of the curtain on stage left.

She vanished from the stage. There was a moment of silence, and a few odd grunting and clanking noises.

Zamora brought up her wand again, winked at the crowd, and gave it a little flick.

A few seconds later, Susie came drifting back in from stage left. She was now floating through the air, suspended by a pair of fluffy pink cuffs round her wrists, and another round her ankles, which may or may not have been attached to a long length of invisible fishing wire. She was still stark naked, and now unable to cover up. There was a panicked expression on her hotly blushing face.

Zamora, with a few flicks of the wand, directed her to centre stage. She floated, spread-eagled, in front of the crowd she'd been so eager to escape from, the spotlight illuminating every inch of her nubile nineteen-year-old form. Zamora gave her a friendly pat on the pert bare bottom and said "Bet you believe in magic now."

"EEK NO DON'T LOOK MAKE THEM STOP! LET ME DOWN! EEK!"