Create a distraction

The three's eyes started to shine, focusing on the minds just outside the door. None of them wanted the door to even be ajar, so reading the minds of those outside would be the best way to figure out what was happening.

No one had gone anywhere. Any other time they'd have been glad to know their growing team was loyal, but not when it just promised even more eyes would see them.

"We need them to look-"

"Over there."

There was an exit to the right. If they were fast, they could get out of this room and out to the corridor, and hopefully out of sight. But they could only do that if everyone looked to the left.

It wasn't like they could mind control that many people, at least not properly. They might manage the occasional hint, but not control enough to shift their bodies.

One person, though, was easier.

"Walk." The Frosts came to a shared conclusion, born from desperation. There was one easy distraction, they'd just have to manipulate a mind to do it.

Unaware of why, Lorna Dane absently paced from the middle of the room, over to the left side. She'd been impatiently watching the door.

"Strip."

And then she pulled her jeans down. A sudden yelp of shock escaped her lips; that draw eyes to her. The pale woman suddenly exposing her lack of panties ensured eyes stayed on her.

Polaris had been the obvious choice, both to draw eyes, and one that they hoped would recognise the importance of the cause enough to not want to turn against them. She might be angry with the Frost sisters for a while, but anger was useful if well-directed.

There was another shriek as Lorna started to pull her top off over her head; the sound covered the noise of the door opening. The sight of Lorna's bra, not to mention her frantic attempts to try and cover her pussy with her resisting hands, meant absolutely no eyes was worrying about the door any more.

Then Lorna turned, baring her ass so that not even she was watching the other side of the room. One after the other, the lingerie-clad sisters hurried silently through the room.

Esme was first. It took a conscious effort to not sprint, knowing the noise would draw the attention they so desperately wanted to avoid. Still, she crossed her arms over her cleavage in a pitiful attempt at modesty, should anyone look.

Sophie was next, mere centimetres behind her sister. Phoebe was last, a little further back as she silently shut the door. Her cheeks burning, she hurried after, still distracted by the effort of making sure Lorna carried on with her unwilling part of the distraction; she didn't need to turn to know when she'd lost her bra, the nervous shout confirming it enough. The view through the other mutants' eyes didn't hurt either.

Phoebe was the last to the room's exit, the three identical mutants leaving behind. They relaxed their control of Lorna, hoping it wasn't too soon and she hadn't turned to see Phoebe's pantie-clad rear.

Still, they were in the corridor. They breathed a collective sigh of relief, barely acknowledging the panicked whimpers as Lorna hurried to gather her clothes again.

Then they kept walking silently. It wasn't like they needed to speak to interact. They just had to get to the collars, and then find clothes.