Next the shirt

Shannon continues to watch her friend in shock as you implant the image in Ceri's mind of movement beneath her shirt sleeve.

"It's in my shirt!" Ceri screams, literally tearing at the buttons on her shirt, popping several of them off before finally pulling her shirt from her shoulders, stood there in the middle of the park in just her black bra and skirt.

"My God, what are you doing?" Shannon gasps again, pulling off her own blazer and holding it out to Ceri to try and cover her up.