Sorry Diana, there's no Dispel forthcoming!

"I can't do that, I don't have infinite uses of Dispel Magic, {if Tyra’s dispel magic uses left: >0}just {Tyra’s dispel magic uses left:}! Gods and Goddesses only know what I might need {if Tyra’s dispel magic uses left: = 1}it{else}them{endif} for in this place!{elseif Tyra’s dispel magic uses left: =0}I just used my last one already!{endif} Just.. ignore it, or shake it off."

More than a little peeved, Diana very pointedly shakes her torso and pats at the invisible **** while maintaining eye contact with Tyra. The mage hands, though invisible and incorporeal, take the hint and flee a little ways back into the darkness, feigning that the magic is spent. Diana stops once she feels the invisible **** no longer groping at her boobs: "huh, I'm a little surprised that actually worked."

“See, told ya. Now make yerself decent and let's get this wall open," Tyra replies, turning back to the lever. Diana looks down to find one of her tits on the cusp of spilling out of her bra, and with a sudden blush she puts it back in and quickly redoes all her blouse buttons, including the top one that hadn’t even been buttoned prior.

Without much words said, the pair pull the levers again, and keep them pushed down until the wall is all the way up, where it locks in place, after which Tyra picks up her light-bearing hammer.