Mess with her

"Ollie wanted you to dance for me" You tell her.
"What? That seems strange why would he-" She is interrupted by the overwhelming urge to dance. She begins an awkward shuffle.
"Sexier" You tell her and she begins gyrating her hips. "Ok that's enough." You tell her.
She stops. "Ok... that was a little weird. But is that all you're here for?"
"No, Ollie told me to tell you to rip your blouse open"
"Ok..." She puts her hands behind the buttons of her blouse and pulls as hard as she can, sending the buttons across the room. Her white lacy bra now showing, she gets a little embarrassed. "Em... why did I do that? I didn't really want to rip my blouse, I mean it's not expensive or anything and I can sew the buttons back on but I like it and now you can see my bra and I don't really know you and-"
"Take off your skirt"
She continues babbling as she unzips her skirt and drops it to the floor. Leaving her in her matching white lace bra and panties, a ripped pink blouse and heels.