Blow up her robes

At a gesture from you, a gust of wind blasts Laranelle's robes up from below, sending them flying up around her waist to expose a pair of black lacy panties that aren't very conservative at all. She gasps as she tries to hold her skirts down, blushing as her congregation looks on.

"Stop at once! This is an offence to the goddess!"

"Aw," Daisy teases. "Isn't there something in the rules about priestesses not wearing sexy underwear? Sure would be a shame if all your clothes blew off and the whole temple got to see what you were wearing under there."

"I... I don't know what you mean!"

"We can all see, you know. Looks like somebody has a hot date after their sermon."

"I don't... that's not... no!"

The wind intensifies, forcing Laranelle's robes to fly higher and higher. She struggles to keep then down, her hair flying in the breeze as more and more of her beautiful body is exposed. Of course, there can be only one ending. The robes fly off, and Laranelle is left standing in front of the whole temple in very un-priestess-like lacy black lingerie. She folds her arms across her voluptuous form and goes bright red as she feels the disapproving glares of the worshippers slide across her body.

"Come on," she says weakly. "A girl's got to have some secrets."

"No she doesn't!"