Let's get rid of that pesky skirt.

You continue to follow Catherine as she moves through the forest, occasionally swooping between her legs to ruffle her skirt and get a glimpse of her bare pussy. Eventually, you see your chance to strike as she begins to push through a particularly prickly thorn bush. As she nears the end, you grip the hem of her skirt, disguising your actions as another updraft, and hook it on one of the stronger-looking branches. Then you watch her take another step forward, clearing the bush but stretching the skirt enough for her to take notice, before summoning the strongest wind you can to blow straight into her back, forcing her to fall face first into the soft ground in front of her - and ripping her skirt clean off in the process!

Catherine doesn't seem as happy as you are with this development, but neither does she seem embarrassed. "What the fuck?!", she exclaims, before turning to look agape at the tattered remains of her dress hanging from the thorn branch. "Aaaargh! All I wanted to do was build a house! But nooooo, first I have to be level 3, then I need to find some unclaimed land, and now my skirt fucking rips off! I give up.", she complains, her words dripping, first with sarcasm, then with defeat. Her hands move through the air in intricate patterns, and her eyes glaze over white for a second, before returning to their standard emerald colour - a phenomenon the adventurers referred to as 'logging off'. A quick glance at her character sheet would confirm your suspicions, but some far more obvious proof immediately becomes available, as she takes a second to survey her semi-nude body, shrieks, and then violently jerks her hands into place to cover herself. A shame, really. You were enjoying the view. You'll have to see what you can do about that later, however for now you have more important business to attend to, specifically enjoying the reaction that has been held from you for the past ten minutes or so - embarrassment. Catherine's cheeks glow red as she slowly stands into a crouching position, trying to cover her voluptuous ass with one hand and her slit with the other, and failing miserably. She mutters to herself, "What have you gotten me in to this time?", before spotting the remains of her dress and running over to grab it, momentarily exposing herself as she does so. Using the fabric to cover her crotch, she stands up a little straighter and firmly asserts, "Ok, I can do this. Just gotta get all the way back to the town and find some spare clothes. After walking naked past who knows how many people. I'll be fine!".

Not if you have a say in it.

Before she can even take a step you go in for the attack. Swooping underneath her makeshift clothing, you lightly brush her lips with a cool breeze, continuing it up right to the top of her pussy, where a burst if wind pushes back her hood. She stops mid-step with a gasp, balancing on one foot, and all it takes is a slight pinch of her clit, along with a light push to her ass, to have her splayed out on the ground once more. Slipping up inside her blouse, you circle her steadily growing nipples with some moist air, coaxing a guttural moan of pleasure from between her pinkish upper lips. At the same time, you focus your remaining power further down, creating a concentrated gust to part her folds and penetrate her slightly. At this point, Catherine isn't even trying to stand, so lost in pleasure is she. That typically takes a little longer, but you aren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and you take advantage of her distractedness to derobe her further, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it up her arms. Normally, you'd just take it off completely and be done with it, but then normally people resist when you strip them naked, whereas Catherine is just lying there. Is she enjoying this? Or is she really just so out of it that she hadn't noticed yet? Either way, it gives you a little more wriggle-room to get creative with. Dragging her over to a nearby tree, you take one of her arms out of its sleeve and pull the blouse around the trunk before tugging it back over her hand and securing it in place with her belt, liberated from around her waist. As a finishing touch, you turn the blouse inside out and tie a knot with its hem, preventing her from undoing the belt herself.

With this foolproof bondage now in place, you plan to finish off her orgasm, and then back away to allow the humiliating reality of her situation to sink in, before continuing with the fun. Speeding up the magic working on her nipples and cunt, you turn your own fingers to her clit, and have her shaking with sexual energy in but a few minutes, sweat leaking from every pore in her body. You hold her there for a second or two, and then squeeze hard on her clit while driving your phantom hand up to the wrist into her snatch. She roars as you push her over the edge - and then falls silent.

A quick glance up at her head reveals why; in the heat of passion, she thrust her head back into the tough bark of the tree. Words float before her eyes, backwards from your perspective, but before you can decipher them they disappear, taking her **** body with them. You sigh. It was fun while it lasted.