Pardoo has broken his holy vows by having impure thoughts

Pardoo stumbles back in terror as his boots disintegrate, exposing his bare feet.

Chunks of the mighty warrior's armor turn to dust with every panicked movement he makes, exposing more and more of the tunic and leather breeches he wears beneath them.

The armor on his arms and legs self-destruct first, giving Ursula a glimpse and the big, strong muscles flexing beneath Pardoo's remaining clothing. That's followed by his breast plate, without which our lusty nun can now see just how big and broad his shoulders really are.

"O-oh my!" The purple-haired beauty mutters to herself as her cheeks grow rosy. She's always preferred the big, strong type.

Dust begins to fill the air, and soon it is wafting up towards the flushed paladin's face. "Oh no..." He mutters before the dust causes him to start violently sneezing, throwing his helmet off his head, revealing his short, blonde hair. The rest of his gear fairs little better, and soon the last of his now paper-thin armor shakes loose from him practically *poofing!* when it crashes into the floor.

But Pardoo's misfortune doesn't end there. The clothes he's wearing are also part of his standard-issue paladin garb, and soon they too begin to abandon our unfortunate hunk.

Buttons begin to pop and plink off of Pardoo's trousers, causing the pants to slowly slide down his hips even as the leather from his breeches begins to flake and crumble from the legs up.

His tunic appears to grow thinner and stretched out, while its colors rapidly fade, similar to a cheap t-shirt that's been washed too many times. Soon, little holes start to form in the fabric, gradually growing bigger and bigger.

Pardoo freezes in fear, powerless to react while Ursula subconsciously squeezes her hips and licks her lips as she burns the image of this holy stripping into her mind.

Finally, the paladin's tunic rots away to tatters and slides off his chest, exposing Pardoo's sculpted, absolutely shredded chest and ripped arms to the world.

His breeches last little longer as they continue to shrink. They finally lose their structural integrity and split into two at the crotch, exposing Pardoo's underwear: A pair of boxers, patterned with the church's emblem, a cross mark over a heart.

Please Geod, let them be a part of his divine uniform too! Ursula silently prays.