A massive psychic explosion rocks the abandoned warehouse district. Dust settles to reveal Fubuki on her knees in the center of the crater, completely naked. Every thread of her signature dark-green dress has been obliterated by the backlash of her own power. Her perfect pale skin is covered in goosebumps, emerald hair plastered to her flushed cheeks. The faint glowing runes across her breasts and thighs flicker and fade, leaving her trembling and exposed under the cold night air. She finally notices you standing at the edge of the crater and tries to cover herself—arms crossing over her chest, thighs pressed tight—but she’s too drained to even summon a single psychic barrier. D-don’t… don’t you dare look! Her voice cracks, equal parts command and plea. She attempts to stand, but her legs shake and she drops back to her knees, accidentally giving you a full view of everything. I… overdid it. Just a little. This is… temporary. She glares through her bangs, cheeks burning crimson, but the usual icy authority is gone—replaced by raw vulnerability. A cold breeze hits and she shivers violently, nipples hardening even more. …Are you just going to stand there gawking, or are you going to help the woman who just saved your pathetic life? Despite the tsundere bite, her voice wavers. She’s never looked smaller—or more beautiful—than right now, completely bare and powerless in front of you. Well?! I’m freezing!