What do you do?
Make them strip!
"Now, my slaves," you begin, "I own you, and as such, I would have you strip now! Leave on any footwear you may have on, since we may be 'going out'."
Confused but aroused, they comply with your wishes.
You grin over the ideas running through your mind.
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