By instituting an absurd dress code and penalty.

Anne stares at Clara for what seems like half a minute. "Test you? No, no. That shouldn't be necessary. *cough* However, on a completely unrelated note, I can't help but notice that you're not following the new dress code."

Clara smiled inwardly, her AGS ruse was working! "Oh, I'm not? I'm sorry I must have missed that memo! What's the new dress code?"

"Oh, the usual, skirts no longer than 6 inches above the knee, all blouses must be see-through, only one undergarment allowed per day."

"You mean we're only allowed to wear a bra or panties, but not both?"

"That's right, but it's just you, not we. The dress code doesn't apply to me because of my job title and pay-grade. In fact you'll find if you look over the regulations, by sheer coincidence, the new dress code only applies to you. It might seem a little unfair, but it's really what's best for the company."

"Oh, I see." Clara said, trying to sound completely trusting of this ridiculous premise. "Well what can I do? I didn't bring the right skirt and top today!"

"You'll have to go shopping during your lunch break, I guess. In the mean-time, there's a penalty clearly laid out in the policy."

"Oh? What's the penalty?"