A problem with the shirt

You watch Olivia for a few moments, and wait until she's reaching for the top shelf, her body pressed hard against the shelving unit, and then snap your fingers.

As she leans back down the shirt stays in place, hooked on something unseen and riding up enough to flash you most of her bare stomach, but sadly not quite enough to reveal her bust.

Olivia strains against the unit, pulling at her shirt, to no avail. "What the hell?" she moans, tugging a little more and running her hand over the unit, trying to find the cause of the snag, but finding nothing.

She glances around for a second, checking on the pimply faced kid and glad that at least he isn't looking in this direction. Well, not yet anyway.