What's next?

Fleeing

Sabrina grabbed at her suit, hoping to hold it together but it seemed like every time she pulled the fabric to cover a part of her body, stitches parted somewhere else, and the outfit was steadily being reduced to rags.

"I... I..." Sabrina stammered as the grey pinstriped material began to fall from her body and litter the floor, "I gotta go!"

Nude, the curvy witch girl dashed out of the room.

She ran back through the bullpen, one hand over her large but firm breasts and the other covering her crotch, leaving her rear to bounce with every step she took. She paused in front of the lift, but decided it was too confining and busy, and she went for the stairs instead.

Stumbling awkwardly down the stairs, losing her shoes in the process, Sabrina desperately tried to remember any useful spells. Turning invisible? Conjuring a robe? Anything?!