Mirror, mirror on the wall

As you regroup inside the store, you find yourself staring at your reflection in a mirror. The energy beams seem to only affect clothing fibers, as evidenced by the concrete pillars stopping them from reaching you a moment ago. It's possible that a mirror would be able to reflect the shot back at the attacker, but at the very least, you figure it should protect you long enough to get in close. You find a portable body-length mirror between the racks of clothes and grab it by the bar on the back. Ugh, a little heavier than I'd like, but it will have to do. You hold the mirror in front of yourself like a shield and hop out of the store. The drawback to this plan is that you won't be able to look where you're going if she's shooting at you. But you hope that you can line yourself up from the shots if it comes to that.

Peeking around the edge of the mirror, you begin your charge, drawing the attention of the attacker. She points her weapon in your direction and fires. At the same time, opposite from you, you see a figure fly in and land.

"By the goddess! Surrender now, or I will take you by ****!" It is Wonder Woman, swooping in to save the day. Unfortunately, there is no time for you to warn her to get out of the way as the energy beam reflects off your mirror. You have to keep yourself hidden as you still see the red glow while sprinting toward where the woman was shooting from.

"NoOOoo!" You hear from the crazed woman as the beam ceases. Looking around the mirror, you are only a couple steps away and you can see that the light did reflect back at her and she is a little awe-stuck as her clothes, and plans, fall apart. Leaving the mirror aside now that you are close, you quickly disarm the woman. "LET ME GOoO!" she screams as you wrestle her arms behind her back. Conveniently, you must be standing near where the police officers were hit as there is a pair of handcuffs near you on the ground, so you use that to restrain the lady, cuffing her to a bench.

"Great Hera! What sorcery is this?" you hear from Wonder Woman. Looking in her direction, you see the cause of her comment. Her top remains undamaged, but her star spangled banner is waving as the edges of her bottoms have begun to fray. She clamps a hand over her crotch to pin her falling panties, but the damage has been done and they fall apart. With a hand now on both sides in an attempt to cover up, she frantically looks around. "YOU!" she exclaims, finally spotting you. "Why is it always YOU?!"

"Sorry?" you shrug. "Couldn't afford to wait."

She sighs. "I trust you can take things from here?"

"Yep we're good." I had things just fine all the way.

"Good. Then I'll leave you to it." She tries to still sound professional as she waddles away with her hands still plastered to her crotch and ass. You get a nice glimpse of her rear as she removes her hands to jump into flight. And then you are left alone with your captive.

"Where did you get this thing?" you ask her as you look over the gun. It's a crude design, but from the evidence of the scene around you, it's quite effective.

"I built it," she says smugly, "To punish all of you for your cruelty! Skinning animals and leaving them naked?! So you will all be left naked too!"

"Uhh right... I don't think that all of those people were part of the animal cruelty brigade. Whatever. You can tell it to the cops. Whenever they come back..." Slowly people appear out of their hiding places in various states of undress. And eventually a new pair of police officers shows up to take the lady away. Now you can get back to buying that suit. You grab the mirror and return it to the store. A little old Italian lady greets you at the door.

"Our hero! Come Come! Anything you like, it's on the house." She grabs you by the hand and drags you into the store.

"That's really not necessary..."

"Nonsense! Come now. What do you like?" You futilely attempt to reason with the lady, but she won't budge. When you tell her you were looking for a suit, she calls to the back of the store, "Amalia! Bring me my tape."

"Wait, Ma!"

"ANDIAMO!" she shouts then turns back to you with a calm smile. "My daughter. She will be with us in a moment. Pretty girl, but much too shy. Let's pick out something nice for you, eh?" She pulls a few suits off the racks and by the time she has one picked out for you, a short, thin young woman runs up from the back with a small pile of things in her hands. "Ah here we are." The old lady takes your measurements and gives you a suit to try on. You go back to the change room and you can hear the two ladies squabbling in Italian. When you come back out, suited up, the old lady checks the fit with some moderately awkward hand placements. She insists on making a couple alterations, so you change back out of the suit and hand it to her. "This will just take a few minutes," she says as she takes the suit to the back. "Amalia, keep our guest company. Maybe you will finally get a date if you are nice."

"MA!?" The poor woman is now blushing profusely. She shies away and picks up a broom and dustpan from behind the counter. "I'm sorry, I have to clean up," she says without making eye contact.

"Oh I can do that. After all, I was the one who crashed through your window." She resists, but you take the broom from her. "I insist."

"Thank you.." she says meekly as you sweep up the broken glass. "For earlier too. I was out there. And that lady... My dress..." You notice that there is a tag on the dress she is wearing. It must be from the store to replace whatever she was wearing before.

"Did she fry your dress?" you ask.

"Oh no! Thank goodness, no. The embarrassment..." You can see she's starting to blush again just thinking about being stripped. "No, I just tore a hole in my dress when I dove behind a bench to hide. And Mother made me change when I got back inside."

"Oh, well I'm glad you weren't hurt then." She smiles and brings a trash can around for you to dump the glass shards into.

"Amalia! How can you let our hero do your work?" the old lady returns with your suit in hand.

"Really, it's okay. I wanted to help," you insist as the flustered girl picks up the trash can and skitters off to the back.

"That girl will never find a husband..." the old lady mutters. She hands you the suit. "Here you go. Thank you so much." She hands you a business card. "This is Amalia's number here. Maybe you call and ask her to dinner sometime."

"MA?!"

"Maybe..." You attempt to pay for your suit, but the old lady is having none of it, so you thank her and go on your way. Well that was officially the weirdest clothes shopping experience of my life...

With several hours left before your date, you think about what you might want to do with the rest of your day. Or maybe you'd just prefer to relax until the evening.