Her dress became strapless

The next few minutes were uneventful. Dana began to relax, resuming her enjoyment of the evening.

Then she felt it again. A pair of hands were touching her, caressing her shoulders gently, almost massaging them. She gasped as the hands moved downward, cupping her breasts - this time with more ****. The fingers began mercilessly teasing her nipples, pinching and playing with them. She had to stop speaking as her breathing became more labored, her cheeks and upper body turning red.

"Uugh..."

Dana clapped a hand over her mouth, her blood running cold. She'd just moaned. She looked around and noticed a few strange looks, although mercifully no-one at the table directly called her out on it. If they had, she felt she would die of embarrassment on the spot.

She looked down, and there was no sign of anyone - even as her simulation continued. She didn't know how this was possible. Unfortunately for her, as she was looking down at herself, she noticed something else.

Dana saw the uppermost couple of inches of her dress fade away. Her previously boat-cut dress was now strapless, starting below her collarbone around midway on her chest. For once, the tightness of the fabric around her boobs was an advantage - a looser fit would have made her dress fall to around her waist. As she looked down in shock, she noticed the faintest hint of cleavage showing.

"Oh wow Dana, when did you change your clothes?", she heard one of her friends at the table ask. "You're full of surprises today!"

She felt blood rush to her cheeks, and she didn't know how to respond. She couldn't exactly say she was being molested by an invisible man who was also slowly stealing her clothes - not without sounding completely crazy, that is. She felt helpless as she realized she was being toyed with.

"Uh, I was feeling a little warm, that's all.", she stammered weakly. Someone made a joke and the topic of conversation shifted, but she could see everyone stealing glances at her. Nobody had said it yet, but she could feel her increasingly scant clothing was definitely an object of attention now.

Dana wasn't focused on the conversation, her head spinning as she tried to figure out how to escape the precarious position she was in. Instead of anything useful, her mind instead conjured an image of herself atop the bar counter. She was slowly spinning around with her eyes closed. All eyes in the restaurant were on her as her dress disappeared, thread by thread. She didn't stop spinning, even as multiple pairs of hands descended upon her, touching her everywhere, ravishing her.

"Focus, Dana, focus!", she snapped at herself. She needed to think of something, anything - before it was too late. While her dress was just about appropriate for the setting, she had no doubts what would happen if this continued any further. She would be sitting at her table in nothing but her thong, and that would definitely raise eyebrows. She didn't think the establishment was particularly tolerant of nudity - could she could be arrested for indecency? Just thinking about the humiliation made her shiver.

An errant thought crept inside her head - would that be so bad? Something inside her was morbidly curious and welcomed the embarrassment she was feeling - and it wanted more. She didn't like that at all - first her clothing, and now her mind was rebelling against her.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wondering if she could make some excuses and leave. This movement alerted her to another potential problem with her wardrobe. Uh oh...