All string unravels

You peek a look from your hidingplace. The diviner slowly advances into the room, her staff held in front of her. She's wearing robes which flow to her ankles, made of some kind of esoteric elven material poorly understood by mankind. You know it's made of threads though.

Zed and Cira huddle in their corner, trying to undo the last of Cira's bonds while they're both one-handed as they're each using one hand to cover themselves up. Once they get them loose, they hurridly gather covers and sheets to cover themselves up - both of them a little too embarrassed to look the other in the eye.

You turn your attention back to the diviner, and rush past her in a flash to pull a thread loose at the bottom of the robes. Then, you start pulling, off and on in superspeed.

After an initial burst of speed, the bottom edge of her robe moves up an inch or two. Then another burst of active pulling, and a few more inches. She doesn't notice at first, and keeps advancing towards the furniture at the center of the room, turning about to point her staff here and there at shadowy spots she assumes you're hiding.

A few more inches.. You get a glimpse of her stockings. Another inch or two, and the suspenders of her girdle peek out underneath. Then, the bottom of her thong. Her robe approaches her waist now, and you can see a garterbelt. Slowly but steadily, the robes move up. The other elves finished what they were doing and notice the creeping progression.

"D-diviner!" Zed calls out, but he can't push himself to say the words and rather meekly points down at the diviner's increasingly bared form.

"I'm busy, what is it?" She replies. Then she sees Zed pointing down at her, and after momentary puzzlement she looks down.

Her robes have unravelled as high up as her white lace bra. As she watches, you engage in another burst of threadpulling at superspeed, and her robe unravels before her eyes to expose her cleavage. She lets out a little scream and desperately attempts to cover herself, one hand anxiously clinging to the little remnant of her robes hanging from her shoulders. She's out of luck though, because you simply unravel the remainder, reducing her to her undergarments.

"My robes! He took my robes!" She squeeks in humiliation.