Spirit Medium

Upon entering her room and closing the curtains, Amy was once again bombarded with the crop top and skimpy shorts. She calmly set them aside and began looking for what remained of her original wardrobe. The only undamaged clothes were the thong and socks she was already wearing, plus a pair of stockings. But she also had the damaged denim skirt and black tank top from before. Amy didn't own a sewing kit, but she had tried her best to fix them with some carefully applied staples.

Amy pulled on the skirt, careful not to put too much strain on it. Then she tried trying the two stockings together and wrapping them around her chest. Sort of a makeshift bandeau. Amy figured it was better than nothing. Then she shrugged on the tank top and was ready for the next appointment.

Not long after, Amy answered the door for a kindly looking old lady.

"Please, dear, call me Madam Vissiner." she said as Amy helped her to a seat in the living room. "I can already tell what's troubling you, dear."

"It's this poltergeist..." Amy began.

"Oh, dear, this is no poltergeist. Poltergeists haunt a specific place. This being seems to be haunt you specifically."

"That sounds right. It's been bothering me even out in public. How do we get rid of it?"

"We can try to commune with it." the medium said, "But I doubt I'll be able to **** it to do anything it doesn't want to..."

The medium burned some incense and took Amy's hands in hers. She closed her eyes and had Amy do the same. "Oh spirit! Please, tell us what you want! We are listening!"

There was a tense silence that carried on and Amy was growing nervous. Just when she was about to say something, she felt the old woman let go of her hands. Then, Amy felt a hand grip her shirt and a hand grip her waistband. Amy's eyes shot open as there was a tremendous ripping sound and her entire body was yanked forward onto the ground. The woman had ripped Amy's top off with her left hand, and Amy's bottoms off with her right hand. Even worse, she had managed to snake her fingers deep enough to grab the stockings and thong too! On her hands and knees, Amy was once again naked!

Amy scrambled to her feet, attempting to cover herself yet again with just her hands. Then she noticed that the old woman was ripping apart the remaining fabric with her bare hands! She seemed incredibly strong!

Then suddenly, the medium collapsed back into the chair, seemingly exhausted. Despite what the woman had just done to her, Amy felt the need to approach her and ask "A-are you okay?"

The old woman blearily opened her eyes and managed to say "Oh, dear, that one's a lot stronger than I suspected. I think it managed to possess me for a moment there."

Then the old woman noticed Amy covering her bare body, wearing nothing but a pair of socks. "Oh my, it really did a number on you, didn't it? Well, sorry about that... Would you mind helping me to the door, dear?"

Helping to support the woman was a lot harder to deal with when naked, Amy found while blushing furiously. She had to use both arms to help steady her. "Don't worry dear, nothing I haven't seen before. Take care now. Good luck!"

Amy closed the door and sighed. "Strike 2."