Now completely helpless Natacia can only weakly squirm as her clothing is shredded by the tendrils entwining her body. A sharp cry escapes her as she feels the barbs drag across skin as the....thing unceremoniously strips her out of her clothing. Her mithril shirt is too tough for that sort of treatment, small comfort as the rest of her body is exposed, leaving almost nothing to protect her modesty. "Someone...please help..." she gasps out, pretty certain no one could hear her.