They go across

"Well, okay. I just hope this isn't an elaborate trap too..." Diana says, and she gingerly steps towards the air elemental. Like a gentle giant, it bends over towards her, the wind whipping through her hair, before scooping her up into its bowls and flying over towards the other side of the chasm. Diana gets completely tussled within the elemental, rapidly spinning around and losing all sense of direction. The centrifugal forces pull heavily on her pants, but they manage to stay on, and Diana then gets safely placed on the opposite plateau, where she stumbles out and tumbles to the ground like a drunken person, needing a moment to regain her sense of up and down.

The air elemental immediately returns to Tyra's side to pick her up and the air elemental makes the trip across a second time. Just like Diana, Tyra gets violently thrashed about on the inside of the elemental, being flung with the internal tornado-like current. Her breasts flop wildly, and the whirlwind spins her around so rapidly in fact that halfway into the journey Tyra's tunic starts to slip from the **** of the rotation, until it passes the curvature of her ass and it's violently ripped off over her legs and, just like Diana's pants get ejected from the elemental, gently fluttering down into the dark below.

Tyra gets deposited onto the other plateau with Diana, rolling onto the tiles practically naked now. The elemental suddenly dissipates in a puff, before Tyra recovers from the dizziness, pushing herself up to a sitting position to find herself without her tunic. All she sees are her panties, the only piece of clothing she still had left. She scrambles up, both hands clasping her chest. Tyra isn’t very easily embarrassed, but getting to the brink of being totally naked right now is starting to make her very antsy.

"Whoever built this place was a bastard!" She yells out into the void, her voice echoeing across the cavern and into the hallways on both sides. She follows this up by a simple, lengthy shout of anger. Diana stifles an involuntary chuckle with the tips of her fingers at Tyra's spectacular predicament.

-"That's.. that's quite a look you're sporting.."

Tyra, blushing slightly, spins around, one hand firmly clasped on her large breasts, index finger of the other extended at Diana. There's a beat of silence as she searches for a witty retort before settling on "...Not another word."