Smash the mirror.

I take a book down from the shelves and throw it through the mirror. Shards of glass fly everywhere. That'll teach it to play practical jokes on me! I think I'm very clever until I blink and realise that the shadows are full of reflections of me, all of them fully clothed, all of them smiling wickedly. They step into the light, one at a time, whispering to each other and hiding their giggles behind cupped hands. I try to back away, but there's nowhere to go.

"Oh my Goddess. She's naked."

"She doesn't have any clothes."

"She must feel so stupid."

"She's naked. How embarrassing."

I blush bright red and try to cover my shame as the reflections point at me and laugh. Somehow they seem to know all my insecurities, and they're experts at playing on them.

"Look at her hips. Like a boy's."

"There's freckles all down her back."

"She set us free. She's such a stupid girl."

"Can you believe she's naked? She lost all her clothes."

"Naked."

"Naked. Naked. Naked."

I fall to my knees, overcome with humiliation, feeling incredibly **** and helpless as the reflections converge on me. They're me, but they're more than just me. Some evil **** animates them, and I'm completely at its mercy. I squirm and blush as it mocks me, writhing under the lash of defeat and cursing myself for my own foolishness. I never should have come here in the first place, and I've got only myself to blame for the consequences. Myself and Lady Rinelda, anyway.

Two reflections grab me and haul me to my feet, pinning my arms behind my back so I can't cover up. A third raises my chin so I'm **** to look it directly in the eye.

"Hello, you naked little creature," it says. "We're going to have some fun with you. We know all your embarrassing little fantasies and secrets. For example, you hate being tickled just here."

"Eep!"

"And you like to touch yourself like this."

"Aaaah!"

"Don't worry. We'll get through them all. There's plenty of time until morning."