The thief is going to see what he can get away with

“I can't tell how good it is until I compare it to the original,” he said.

“I... it is the original,” Belinda said, still not quite getting his meaning.

“It's a painting, a portrait,” the man said. “A reproduction of you.”

“That's... that's what paintings are,” the flummoxed queen replied.

“And I can't tell how good or bad of a job it is until I get a chance to examine you,” he said, making the queen bashfully blush.

“You... you mean... like in the picture?” She whispered as her cheeks burned red.

“It's strictly for art,” he lied as he leaned in close to her. “I'm a professional, let me do my job,” he said as his deft fingers plucked the diamond earrings off her body without her noticing.

“Well... if it's for art...” Belinda nervously acquiesced as she took a step back.

“Jewelry first,” the thief said, practically salivating. “Put them in here to keep it all together,” he ordered as he produced a small burlap bag from his pocket.

The queen innocently obliged, unaware she would never see her jewelry again. Her shoes quickly followed. And then her dress. And even her expensive underwear too!

“Is... is this good enough?” Belinda nervously squeaked as she stood there, naked save for her glasses, and the golden pins keeping her hair up in its elaborate, regal style.

The soft, voluptuous, pale, and very naive woman stood there practically naked. Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment as this man poured over every inch of the gullible queen's nude, nubile frame.

“It doesn't do you justice,” the thief said, making the queen frown. “You are far, far more beautiful in person than any artist could hope to capture...” he declared in an effort to lay it on as thick as possible.

The curvaceous cutie blushed, squirmed, and cooed as her hands instinctively moved to cup her large, saggy, natural breasts.

“This...” the thief said as he grabbed hold of the ridiculously expensive painting and gently pulled it off the wall. “This is trash.”

“But...” Belinda weakly protested as the painting popped free.

“Allow me to dispose of it for you,” the thief said.