Not like this

"Stop!"

She instantly stops, although you can see, how she wants to go. Every inch of her body is shaking and you see tears in her eyes. What you also see is, that she is the center of attention on this campus right now.

"I have to take of my tanga too, right?"

You notice, that she wants to get over with this, but you don't want to let her go this fast.

"I haven't said, what you need to take of now."

You smirk at her and enjoy how she clearly gets more uncomfortable with every second, so you take your time to answer.

"Well, after thinking alot about your outfit, I came to a conclusion: You ... need ... to ... take ... of ..."

"My tanga?"

You smile.

"You didn't let me finish: Take of ... your ... tanga."

She nearly rips of her tanga, after you finished your sentence.

Then she sprints away through the crowd, which gathered around you and that is laughing at her now.

"I need a new victim. Maybe somebody from the crowd? Or do I go somewhere else?"