Maybe a small alteration to her outfit

"Nearly."

You hop across the room in less than the blink of an eye, and stand behind the half-naked diviner. You reach at her waist, fumbling underneath her garterbelt to tear at the fabric of the straps holding up her thong. You rip them apart, leaving the remaining strip of fabric at the tender mercy of gravity.

You walk back to your location, and snap your fingers when time resumes. The instant the sound reverberates through the room, the diviner's thong flops between her legs to the ground.

She looks down and shrieks, moving one hand from her breasts to cover her cunny, and needing to adjust the other to prevent more exposure. She's not wearing anything but her garter and stockings - she'd look underdressed even in a lingerie shop, and what's more she clearly knows it judging by the haze of blushing across her face.

"Okay. Now we're done." You dryly declare, "Now get those asses out of here, all of you, or else."

Zed and Cira take this as their cue to head for the exit, clutching their sheets, but the diviner stays put, squirming in embarrassment with her hands covering her body.

"W-wait! You promised me my clothes and staff!"