Shortest!

The knight stammers, trying to clutch at the small remnants of clothing left to her. For the first time she begins taking a step back. "Stop- stop it! G- give me back my clothes! My armor!" she feebly protests. What's left of her clothing can hardly be called that anymore - it's more like a bathingsuit!

You feign a shrug: "Mhmm, no, I don't think I will... Gosh, it's really warm today isn't it? You must be incredibly uncomfortable in this heat."

She crosses her arms in front of her bra. "That's not why I'm uncomfortable!"

You stand up from the bench and brandish the scissors once again. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to alleviate it." There's a blur of motion in the air, passing as quickly as blinking your eyes, and the tattered remains of the noble's clothing bursts into tiny shreds like an autumn tree shedding its leaves, fluttering to the ground and scattering on the breeze. She's left in her undergarments and garter, needing a split-second to register what just happened before shrieking and throwing her hands across her exposed body.