Bikini malfunction

The knight - or should we say bikini model - brandishes her sword at you. “You’ll pay for this insult!” The threat might sound intimidating, but the way her face is starting to turn red and her sword shaking really undercuts its impact.

“Before you slay me for my insolence, what’s might your name be ma’m?”

-“E- Evellyn,” she replies a little shakily, trying to maintain a tough front, “and you’ll address me as lady Evellyn!”

“Well, my lady,” you give a mocking curtsy, “I think you might want to rectify your wardrobe malfunction.”

With that, you stop time and set to work so all the various buckles on Evellyn’s chainmail bikini come loose right as you finish your sentence. The metal bikini segments slip off and loudly clatter to the ground as Evellyn reflexively flails around trying to catch them, dropping her sword with a shriek. Within moments she finds herself nude - apart from her boots - gracelessly bending over trying to collect the straps and metal plates scattered on the ground, attempting and failing to sputter put some kind of protest.