The itch isn't gone

She's barely gotten five yards from the changing room when you up the ante on the itch again, her chest tingling once more.

"What the fuck....." she mutters, her hands returning to scratch across her stomach and chest. Something clearly wasn't right.

She stands there, scratching furiously, sliding a hand inside her shirt as well, exposing more and more of her stomach as she itches higher.

As you continue to increase your power she slowly grows oblivious to the people watching her and you move the itch lower, her legs starting to itch too.