Zora's stripped bare

Zora feels a faint tickling sensation on her cheek.

She reaches up to brush it away, and the butterfly hops onto her hand. She looks at it with wonder. A small white butterfly, humble and harmless. Where in the world had it come from? There weren't any flowers up on top of Mount Olympus.

She feels another tickle. This time, not on her face.

"Eek!"

You watch her hop around, swatting at the air and desperately trying to hold her robe together as it slowly disintegrates into a swarm of butterflies, getting smaller and smaller with each white insect that flutters into the sky. Underneath, the beautiful goddess is wearing lingerie that seems to be spun from liquid gold.

The gleaming bra-cups frame the proud, heavy swell of her breasts. The gilded panties cling to a voluptuous bottom, and draw the eye up strong thighs towards the priceless treasure between her legs. The greatest secret in creation, shortly to be laid bare to the ogling eyes of a disrespectful mortal like you.

For just a second, you consider not unveiling the final mystery of the universe, and letting the Queen of the Gods walk away with a scrap of her dignity intact. But only a second.

The last butterfly soars away into the heavens, and Zora is left standing before you in just her golden underwear. If looks could kill, you'd be in the underworld a hundred thousand times over. But she doesn't have a scrap of power left in her body.

"Wow," you say. "That's what the Queen of the Gods looks like in her bra and panties."

"Avert your gaze, mortal! Some things are not meant for the eyes of man! Stop... stop looking at me!" Covering herself with her hands, squirming in place, she looks just like any other woman. Her cheeks are flaming red, and her hair is sticking to her flustered face. Only the golden underwear suggests her divine nature.

"Is that real gold?"

"Do not inquire into the nature of the... the holy undergarments!"

"Okay. I'll see for myself." Your hand flashes out, and Zora discovers something terrible. All of a sudden, you're holding her bra.

"Wow, it's so soft!"

"It was woven for me by the dwarves from the substance of the very sun itself! Give it back!"

"Hey, Zora," you say, grinning, snatching the bra away from her reaching fingers. "Queen of the Gods, keeper of the fire of creation and all that. You want to know something funny?"

"What?"

"I can see your boobs."

"How dare you ogle the sacred... the sacred..."

"The sacred boobs?"

"No!" Zora's breasts are big enough that she has difficulty covering them, even with both arms. Of course, this means she has a hard time defending herself when you step forward to grab her panties. One hand isn't enough to fend you off, and soon you have your thumbs hooked inside the waistband of the golden garment. It seems almost anticlimactic, but sooner or later it has to be done.

"Hey, Zora," you say, looking her dead in the eyes. "This has never happened to you before, right? You've been around for hundreds of millions of years, since the very dawn of time or whatever, and in all that time, nobody has ever stolen your panties?"

"It's impossible," protests Zora, trying and failing to push you away. "It violates every law of the universe! Titans, demiurges, whole civilisations have tried and failed! Don't you know who I am? I'm the Queen of the Gods!"

"Not any more," you say, and pull Zora's panties down to her ankles. Leaving the formerly most powerful being in the universe standing before you, practically in your arms, stark naked.