Miri gasps for breath as the flail strikes her a second time, sending her sprawling to the ground.  She lands on her knees, her sword spinning out of her grasp.  Breathing heavily, she looks down, dismay rushing through her as she sees the strange magic continue to go to work on her dress.  Her hands clutch desperately at her bodice, trying to hold the last shreds of her garment in place, but those disappear as well.  The magic leaves her holding her own generous breasts, the pale supple flesh on open display, each mound well beyond the abilities of her hand to contain.  Delicate pink nipples are visible between her fingers.  Glancing behind her back, she looks with horror as she sees her panties dissolve, revealing her rounded curves beneath, leaving her entirely bare.<br/><br/>Her dark eyes wide, Miri looks up at her opponent.  Her skin feels hot, ever so hot.  Her own fingers on her breasts seemed to be sending little tingles through her body.  While her breasts were always sensitive, this was too much.<em>What is happening?  And what is going to happen?</em>Miri's mind quails at the thought, although the aphrodisiac causes a little thrill to go through her at the idea of where her sudden helpless nudity might lead.